" 。"I understand you, the pain of suddenly losing your mother can leave you feeling overwhelmed and unable to think straight. " 。But all these years have passed, you can't treat this matter as reckles...Qin Jingwen said she was about to get out of bed, since Qiao Shunchen didn't leave, she could only go.

Just as Qin Jingwen was about to get out of bed, Song Xinzhe walked over and stopped her. 。He reached out and pulled Qin Jingwen's hand from behind her. Upon pulling, he realized her hands were covered in blood, and her back and the sheets were also stained with it. 。Song Xinzhe didn't have time to think too much and directly pressed the needle point with his hand. 。To be precise, it wasn't a stye. It should be Qin Jingwen forcefully pulling out the needle that cut the blood vessel, otherwise, there wouldn't be so much bleeding. 。"Come here and hold still, I'm going to get some medicine to treat this." 。"

Song Xinzhe called Qiao Shunchen over and pressed on Qin Jingwen's wound 。

immediately ran out

"Let go, my blood isn't clean either" 。 even something as simple as a bowl of egg noodles, gave him a warm feeling. 。"Then go wash your hands, the noodles will be ready soon." 。Qin Jingwen found an excuse to get Qiao Shunchen to leave, but...