——The next morning
A cry of panic and sobbing burst from Wen Xiao'ai's bedroom.
"Jun Moyan, Jun Moyan."
"Jun Moyan, I'm going to die, where are you? Hurry and come here, I've lost so much blood."
Wen Xiao'ai looked down at the glaring pool of blood on her pajamas and bedsheets, almost crying in fright, and dared not move.
"Jun Moyan."
With quick footsteps, the bedroom door was violently pushed open, and before Wen Xiao'ai could get a good look, Jun Moyan's figure had appeared before her.
"What's wrong? What happened?"
A tense voice rang out as Jun Moyan knelt on one knee on the bed and first enveloped Wen Xiao'ai in his arms, then swiftly but cautiously scanned the room.
But he saw no one else.
"Jun Moyan, I think I'm going to die, I've lost so much blood, I can't stop it." Wen Xiao'ai clutched tightly at Jun Moyan's clothes, her tears stemming from fright.
