Jiangli heard this, followed Fu Shiyan's gaze, and saw that her arm was covered in blood.
She was wearing short sleeves, and from the elbow joint down, her entire forearm was covered in sticky blood.
Carrying a pungent, fishy smell.
Fu Shiyan's brow furrowed tightly, and his tone became grave, "Injured?"
Jiangli snapped back to reality, "It's not my blood, I'm not injured."
After speaking, she turned around, turned on the faucet, and washed off the blood from her arm at the sink.
The blood was quickly rinsed clean, with not a single wound on the skin.
Seeing this, Fu Shiyan's brow slightly relaxed, yet he still stared at Jiangli unblinkingly, "What happened just now, you didn't tell me."
Jiangli took a paper towel from the side and wiped her arm, "It's nothing, just some things creating a scary atmosphere on purpose, not to be taken seriously."
Fu Shiyan looked at her with disapproval, "Really not injured?"
