Hua Yuqiong suddenly felt a pain in her heart, and she frowned in pain.
She felt that it should be the original person's feelings for Xin Han.
The reason why the original person fell in love with Zhai Luoxuan was probably because of the similarities between the two, which made the poor girl obsessed with that scumbag Zhai Luoxuan, and even lost her life.
Love is something that can make a person blush, or it can make a person blush.
It's better not to touch this kind of thing.
Hua Yuqiong thought as she struggled out of Xin Han's arms and looked at Xin Han's loving eyes, the dried blood on his face, and his blood-stained Xuan Yi.
Hua Yuqiong's eyes flashed slightly, she took a breath and suddenly smiled heartily: "Good brother, how did you know something happened to me?"
Xin Han's arms were empty, and he felt a little disappointed. He stared at Hua Yuqiong's face that looked like a little cat, and couldn't help but smile fondly, "You haven't come back after such a long time, and Zhai Luoxuan still looks happy, so I guessed it."
Something might have happened to you."
Hua Yuqiong tilted her head slightly uncomfortably, avoiding his gaze, and patted Xin Han on the shoulder with a dry smile: "Having a brother like you makes my whole life worth it!"
Unexpectedly, the hand she took back was stained with blood. This warm bright red color could never be the blood-vomiting vine, it could only be from Xin Han.
"Are you hurt?"
Hua Yuqiong raised her head, looking straight at Xin Han's gentle smile with phoenix eyes, frowning slightly, feeling annoyed in her heart.
How could she act on a whim and ignore the feelings of those who really care about her?
"It's okay, just a minor injury."
When Xin Han saw that his beloved cared so much for him, warm ripples filled his heart, and the wounds on his body no longer hurt.
"What's just a minor injury? A minor injury is also an injury. What if the wound becomes infected if it's not treated well?" Hua Yuqiong frowned and said, "Go back home first. I'll treat your wound and bandage it."
Even though Xin Han thought it was nothing serious, when he heard that Hua Yuqiong wanted to bandage him personally, he immediately nodded with some joy and said, "Okay."
Hua Yuqiong looked at the smile on his face with a baffled expression.
Even though he was injured, he could still smile like an idiot.
"Brother Painting—Brother Painting—"
A voice came from outside.
Hua Yuqiong moved slightly and looked outside.
Isn't this the voice of that boy Cheng Yuqi?
Is he here too?
"Brother Hua——"
Cheng Yuqi ran in from outside, holding a long sword that was still dripping with blood in one hand, and tugging on Zhai Zilan's sleeve with the other.
"I'm not dead yet! I'm not deaf either. Why are you shouting so loudly?"
Hua Yuqiong moved her steps, bypassed Xin Han, and walked to the panting Cheng Yuqi, "Why are you here too?"
"We came with Prince Xin."
Zhai Zilan wiped the blood-spattered area on her face with her sleeve and glanced at Xin Han.
When Cheng Yuqi saw that he was covered in blood from head to toe, he was dumbfounded and immediately started crying again.
"Brother Hua...how did you become like this...how do you ask me to go back and explain to grandpa..."
While crying, Cheng Yuqi suddenly stopped, with wet tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes. He grabbed Hua Yuqiong's shoulders, looked at Hua Yuqiong, and said seriously: "Is it the shameless plotter by Zhai Luoxuan?"
Yours? Did he send someone to kill you? Did that person abuse you? Brother, you..."
His eyes looked at the area below Hua Yuqiong's abdomen, "...Is that okay?"