Li Xingle held a military knife and slashed at the edge of a photograph.
Tang Suiyu reached out, and the knife cut across the back of her hand, bright red blood immediately flowing out.
It hurts so much!
Her stubborn little face looked up at Li Xingle, "Li Zi won't miss you! You're so horrible! In her eyes, you're just a demon! Don't forget what you did to her!"
Li Xingle's heart stalled, "Tang Suiyu, you..."
Ye Gushen's black eyes were filled with rage. Holding a silk kerchief, he pressed it against her continuously bleeding hand without looking at Li Xingle, then carried her away.
The room was left with only him. He stared at the photo of two people, Tang Suiyu and Li Buyan, both wearing white flowers on their wrists, the background was the seaside, blue skies and white clouds, the two holding hands, smiling brightly.
Little Li's smile is so cute.
They hadn't seen each other for a long time, and Li Buyan's dress was stained red with Tang Suiyu's blood.
