Ruan Jiaojiao felt a deep, hollow ache in her heart. She didn’t even feel pain when the gauze was removed from her hand, exposing the wound.
It wasn't until Gu Yu drew a sharp breath and exclaimed, "This is serious!" that Ruan Jiaojiao slowly pulled herself back to reality. Her gaze fell on her palm; the gash from the glass looked rather gruesome. The wound was about five centimeters long and quite deep. Some of the blood had already begun to clot, though a portion was still seeping out. Her palm was slightly cupped; if she were to flatten her hand completely, the wound would pull wide open.
"Good heavens, Jiaojiao, this must be excruciating," Ruan Qianlian said, her brow furrowed in distress as she looked at the injury.
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