Zhao Youlin shuddered. In her shock, she looked at the hand hanging at Mu Tingfeng's side.
Zhao Youlin remembered the warmth when this long, big hand with its prominent knuckles grabbed her wrist. But now, one of the two hands was dyed red with blood at some point of time.
Blood oozed out from between his fingers, and they dripped to the floor. It tugged at her heartstrings for some reason.
Zhao Youlin recognized that the injured hand was the one Mu Tingfeng had used to seize the edge of the platform to stabilize himself. The edge of the platform was not as smooth as the other places, so Mu Tingfeng's hand might have been cut just now.
Once she figured this out, Zhao Youlin's emotions instantly became complicated. She had never thought that someone would actually risk their life to save her, and especially when the person… was this man.
