The bloody red liquid felt like needles piercing his eyes. "Little Fox!" His heart ached, and his face turned pale; it felt and looked as if he was the one who had vomited blood.
He held her fingertips gently and trembled as he asked, "Are you okay?"
How could she vomit blood? Was it... Was it from the injury that he had inflicted on her? He quickly checked her pulse to assess her condition. After a while, his fingers clenched tightly, and he had the urge to stab himself with a knife!
Unfortunately for Yan Chen, he was sure that her condition was of his own doing. It seemed that his palm had almost cut off the vein that brought blood to her heart! There was even a possibility that it had been cut off, but perhaps it was pieced together by someone.
