"Tick, tock, tick, tock," in the quiet environment, there was only a sound similar to dripping water, like the ticking of a clock, each tick striking at one’s heart!
After a while, it was Ling Yinuo who yelled out, "Xingxing, why is your hand bleeding?"
Only then did everyone notice that there was actually a small pool of blood on the ground!
Moreover, the blood was still dripping down continuously from Yu Zexiao’s pale fingertips!
Jian Anning also lowered her head and indeed saw the circle of fresh blood on the ground.
The pungent sweetness of blood suddenly diffused, making her head dizzy with the stimulant!
Yu Zexiao looked sullen as he retrieved his fist, on which tiny shards of glass had cut through the skin and were still slowly oozing blood.
Ling Yinuo immediately found a nurse to bandage him. The wound wasn’t very deep, and if taken care of properly, it wouldn’t leave a scar. For someone like Yu Zexiao, his pair of hands and his face were his assets, his capital for mixing in the entertainment industry.
Especially since he still wanted to play the piano—even though he had been troubled by the entertainment industry recently, he still wanted to continue learning the piano.
To damage his hands was to ruin his future.
This was simply unimaginable!
"Xingxing, your hand is bleeding! Are you hurt? How will you play the piano in the future?"
Playing the piano, blood... Jian Anning watched the fresh blood dripping from his pale and slender hands, the small pool of blood on the ground, the shards of broken glass, the screams, and suddenly she felt like she had plummeted into a valley of endless gloom, as she couldn’t help but recall that horrific night!
The bustling streets of Vienna, the car mangled from the crash, the people lying in pools of blood, screams, cries, the shattered glass from the car windows, blood, and the passing of life, and the gradually cooling body of her father in her arms...
Those terrifying memories she tried so hard to forget were like a curse, almost driving her to the brink of collapse!
She stepped back, feeling like a climber who has missed a step, falling and falling until her body plunged into the darkness of the valley!
"Be careful, the wound isn’t deep. Just pay attention and it won’t leave a scar," said Ling Yinuo, who was still here, shaking his head while holding Yu Zexiao’s hand.
Yu Xingxing, although he was considered a grown man at twenty-eight, acted childishly like a little kid.
Why had he suddenly erupted in a rage? Smashing the glass was one thing, but he was an idol star! If his hands are injured, how could he continue acting or play the piano?
Furthermore, he had also grabbed the young girl’s shoulder so hard that it was nearly disfigured. She understood now why Jian Anning’s attitude towards him was so strange—any normal person couldn’t stand him, right?
Turning around, as expected, Jian Anning’s face was pale, her eyes looking as if they saw something unbelievable, filled with both fear and pity!
She had heard their conversation just now, and clearly, even if Jian Anning was in that kind of lover relationship with Yu Zexiao, she did not seem proactive—it looked more like coercion!
And from Jian Anning’s behavior just now, she truly did not seem like a scheming woman intentionally getting close to him, but rather like a pitiful person under duress...
This, this was simply unbelievable!