The smooth wrist appeared in her eyes.

The wrist was uninjured.

Xiao Hua said,

"Host, could it be animal blood?"

Just as Xiao Hua’s voice fell.

There came a ripping sound.

She had already torn open the clothes on Hua Wuqing’s chest.

At the spot over the heart.

There was a scar in the shape of a cross made by a knife.

It seemed that the owner of this scar hadn’t taken good care of it.

Causing the scab to rupture open again.

Not sure how many times it had split, and it even got wet.

The wound appeared to be inflamed.

Su Yan looked up, her voice indifferent.

"How did this happen?"

Hua Wuqing was expressionless, his body stiffened in silence.

Because he felt Yanyan was a bit angry, but didn’t know why she was angry.

Su Yan asked again,

"The bottle of medicine you gave me, was it your Heart Blood?"

Hua Wuqing hesitated for a moment.

He thought, reviving those people made Yanyan very happy.

He nodded.

"Yes."

He looked at Su Yan, thinking that maybe, hearing this, Su Yan might praise him.

In the end, she suddenly reached out and pinched his face.

"For the past half month, you’ve been sleepy, your hands and feet are cold, not sleeping with me, is it related to this injury?"

Xiao Hua listened and swallowed hard.

Not sure why, but she felt like the Host seemed really angry.

Hua Wuqing nodded.

Su Yan questioned,

"Why didn’t you tell me?"

Hua Wuqing thought for a while,

"What if you got scared?"

He had once made a cut in his own chest.

It had once frightened a maid into fainting.

What was it for then?

It was to save a cat he had raised for a long time.

But at that time, he was young, and his body still had poison, not fully fused. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Causing that cat to be poisoned to death by his blood.

Afterward, he never raised any other animals again.

So why was Yanyan angry?

Angry that the scar was too frightening or scared his blood might poison those villagers?

Or was she worried about him?

Quickly, Hua Wuqing dismissed the last notion.

She was very angry, she wasn’t worried about him.

After a long while, he said,

"Those villagers won’t be poisoned by my blood."

Listening to his words, Su Yan felt increasingly uneasy.

As if needles were constantly piercing her heart.

Stabbing pain, every word he spoke, in Su Yan’s ears, felt painful.

In order not to continue hurting herself further.

She reached out, dressing him back up.

Covering the scar on his chest.

Su Yan sat down on the chair.

Refusing to look at him, and not wanting to continue speaking to him.

The light in Hua Wuqing’s eyes gradually faded away.

He stood there.

Water dripped from his hair onto the floor.

Drip, drip.

He was expressionless, but his heart was a bit anxious.

"My blood won’t poison them."

He repeated again.

Reaching out, he wanted to pull Su Yan’s arm, to make her listen to him.

Su Yan coldly looked up at him.

"Okay."

She responded, indicating she understood.

Hua Wuqing instantly stiffened there.

She had never looked at him like that before.

As if they were unfamiliar with each other.

He moved his lips, wanting to say something.

Su Yan spoke,

"It’s late. Aren’t you going to sleep?"

Hua Wuqing stood there, stiff for a long time, leaving only one response,

"Okay."

After responding,

He slowly turned around.

He didn’t even know how he managed to walk back to his room.