Fifteen waited outside for a moment, then keenly detected a faint smell of blood in the room.
He immediately frowned and knocked on the door.
The 'knock knock' of the door sounded, and Qiao Mo barely lifted her eyelids, only feeling truly annoyed.
After waiting a few seconds, Fifteen knocked a few more times, and still there was no movement inside the room.
At this moment, Fu Nancheng also sensed something was wrong and quickly came over. Without waiting for Fifteen to speak, he pushed open the door and entered.
What he saw made his pupils contract suddenly, and his heart choked.
The petite woman was curled up in a ball by the bed, and one of her pale hands dangled casually off the side. At this moment, blood was continuously seeping from her wrist, glaring against the snowy white of her arm.
The bright red blood was like a crimson ribbon, winding around her wrist and dripping onto the bed, drop after drop, staining the sheets and blankets unknown amounts.
