Jiang Yuan was fully protected within the embrace, surrounded by the familiar scent of the other's body. Looking at the familiar white shirt in front of her, her heart couldn't help but "thump" involuntarily, and she slowly raised her head, unsurprisingly seeing a familiar face: "Brother Yan?"
Jiang Yuan was a bit dazed in her mind.
Hadn't he already returned to the dorm? Why was he here?
Then she caught a glimpse of the bag in his hand, which bore the name of a pharmacy, and recalled the words he had said earlier.
He said he would go buy her medicine first.
And she, with her mind full then of who knows what, had foolishly not paid attention.
Now only one thought remained: It's all over!
Looking up, she saw his arm injured by a broken bottle. The cuff of the white shirt was rolled just past the elbow, revealing a stretch of pale wrist and a smoothly curving forearm. At that moment, beads of blood trailed down along the line of the elbow.
