He vigorously wiped his face with a handkerchief, watching it change from white to red, feeling utterly embarrassed. Had he really looked like this the whole time? The little embroidered flower on the handkerchief was already smudged beyond recognition.
Black Glasses simply wiped his hands again. Seeing that the blood had dried and could no longer be rubbed off, he stared at the handkerchief, so mortified he wanted to dig a hole and crawl into it.
Unaware of what was going on in his companion's mind, Yun Zhao plucked the handkerchief from his hand. Under Black Glasses's puzzled gaze, she tossed it straight into the thick fog.
Chapter 398