"Aim here!" Bai Jingqing seized her hand, aligning the knife point with his own heart. Bai Qianqian was sharply aware that the knife pierced his flesh, his white dress shirt instantly stained crimson with blood.
Bai Qianqian's eyes immediately filled with tears, "Have you gone mad?"
Bai Jingqing was indeed mad - mad with love for her!
Why couldn't she reciprocate his affection? How did he fall short compared to his younger brother?
He didn't expect her to feel for him as she did for his brother, but was a hint of affection too much to ask?
"Bai Jingqing!" Bai Qianqian desperately tried to remove the knife from his chest. In her panic, she exerted force outward, causing the knife to tear through his skin and fabric, and fly out of the wound.
Blood rushed out, spattering onto Bai Qianqian's white sleeping dress.
"We need to get to a hospital," Bai Qianqian fretted, pressing her hand against his chest to staunch the blood flow as tears started falling from her eyes.
