The moment the bowstring snapped, Feng Qing immediately turned her head and felt a cool warmth on her neck.
Gu Qingye stood up abruptly while Xie Shihao dashed over. Before anyone could react, Xie Shihao was already standing in front of Feng Qing. He carefully brushed away Feng Qing's long hair and saw a stream of bright red blood flowing down her neck. His face instantly turned pale and he quickly took out a handkerchief to stop the bleeding.
He kept repeating in his heart, "Oh no, oh no. Remember to send me flowers during Qing Ming!"
Gu Qingye knitted his brows. "There's a doctor here. Let's go and deal with it now."
Feng Qing raised her hand to cover her wound. She had sensed that the strings of the violin were showing signs of breaking, so she had turned her head in advance. Her injury wasn't serious, otherwise, it wouldn't be just a little blood now.
