Watching Mu Qian like this, Yu Qianmo felt a deep heartache and walked over to him, "Bao'er, come back with Auntie first."
Mu Qian stood motionless as if he hadn't heard her, staring at the endless highway, no one knew what he was thinking at that moment.
Blood continuously seeped out from his palms, dropping onto the ground almost without pause, the scent of blood growing stronger and stronger. Only then did Yu Qianmo notice that both his hands were covered in blood. She lifted his hand and saw his palm was already a bloody mess, with deep gashes revealing bone.
Yu Qianmo's face immediately fell, "How did your hands get injured like this?"
Mu Qian said nothing and pulled his hand back. Yu Qianmo grabbed his other hand and found it too was a bloody mess.
Seeing his wounds and Mu Qian's expression, Yu Qianmo would have surely cried if she had tears to shed.
