In the hotel room, the girl on the rug was pale white, with seemingly no opportunity to live. The knife had cut her artery and fresh blood was flowing out, dying her body red.
Xia Yingluo didn't stay idle. Her hands moved swiftly to tear the corners of her clothes and she used it to wrap around her wound. Her technique was professional and she quickly wrapped the wound. The fresh blood stopped and didn't keep flowing out. However, Jin Ling'er's eyes were still tightly shut and her face was as thin as gold paper.
Xia Yingluo forcefully dragged the blanket on the bed down and covered Jin Ling'er's body with it to give her warmth. "Ling'er, you have to get through this stage, do you hear me?" She held onto Jin Ling'er's cold hand that had lost too much blood and kept encouraging her.
