Yanzhu’s expression remained calm as she stepped forward. With two fingers shaped like a blade, she sliced through her own palm, and blood began to well up and drift into the air.
Yanzhu was secretly feeling miserable; to lose blood twice in a single day—she felt truly pitiful! *Damn it, this hurts. If this keeps up, I’m going to turn into a walking blood bag!*
Xingluo’s brow twitched slightly as he watched the slit in Yanzhu’s palm. He forced his gaze away to look at her face, which remained as serene as still water, betraying no sign of pain.
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