C8 It's the Heart!

Lo Juntian turned around and saw the shocking blood on the back of Tang Nuanyang's feet. His heart tightened. He took Jiaang Jinli's hand and walked over with big steps. He frowned and scolded, "What the hell is going on? Are you trying to embarrass me on purpose?"

Tang Nuanyang was stunned. She looked at him in disbelief. What did she do wrong? He even scolded her. In front of so many people, he was holding the woman he loved. Who exactly embarrassed who?

Her heart festered to death. She was too lazy to hate him. She decisively squatted down and tore off the hem of her gown. Her hands and feet nimbly bandaged herself.

"I will go and get another cup of wine." She twisted her ankle and turned around to walk away. With every step she took, the wound would be pulled. The pain was naturally painful, but compared to the pain in her heart right now, this bit of pain was really too insignificant.

Lo Juntian looked at her ankle. His eyes were filled with pain. Would she die if she showed a bit of weakness? Originally, he would not have watched her bleed to death on the account of a husband and wife. He suddenly felt so frustrated that he could not breathe.

The shrill sound caused Tang Nuanyang to stop walking. She turned her head and saw Lo Juntian running towards Jiaang Jinli without caring about his own safety. With a kick, the wound was even bigger.

Ann Siyao, Lo Ningxiang and Lo Yunfan, who had just arrived, also stopped when they saw the scene. They looked over.

"Jinli." Lo Juntian nervously held her.

"Juntian, my finger was accidentally cut by the knife over there. I feel pain." Jiaang Jinli raised her beautiful finger and pouted. There were tears in her eyes. She was very delicate.

Lo Juntian held her finger without thinking and stopped the bleeding for her. "Why are you so careless? Don't you know how important your hand is? Does it still hurt?" His tone was as tender as water.

Jiaang Jinli's face was filled with a sweet smile. "It doesn't hurt anymore." Her gaze passed through the crowd like a ghost and looked at Tang Nuanyang. Can you compare with me? Even if you get that position, your heart is still mine.

Tang Nuanyang's wooden face endured for a long time and finally, the fog could not help but spread.

Suppressing her tears, she walked over and took a glass of champagne. She did not even dare to blink, afraid that the cowardly and useless liquid would fall out of her guard.

After Lo Juntian finished treating Jiaang Jinli's injuries, he thought of Tang Nuanyang and could not help but turn his head to look for her figure.

Seeing Lo Yunfan squatting there and bandaging her wound, Ann Siyao was also beside her. His green eyes were filled with ice and snow.

"Juntian, accompany me to greet Nuanyang." Jiaang Jinli saw the anger in Lo Juntian's eyes and knew that it would be a good show to go over now.

Jiaang Jinli openly held Lo Juntian's hand and walked towards them.

"Nuanyang, long time no see. Your injury is nothing, right? It's all my fault. I got hurt a little and cried out loudly," Jiaang Jinli said as if she was blaming herself, showing off in another way.

Tang Nuanyang lightly smiled, "I am nothing. It is my duty to take care of the guests first," her response was watertight.

"Jinli, how can she be compared to you? Your hands are used for painting and in my eyes, it is a work of art. As for her..." Lo Juntian looked at Tang Nuanyang with disdain. "As long as it doesn't rot, it won't die."

Her body paused and tens of thousands of arrows pierced her heart. Tang Nuanyang raised the corner of her mouth in a daze. "That's true. This kind of injury will not kill me. Jinli, have fun. I will be leaving first. " She smiled appropriately and could not use all her strength in her legs. As soon as she took a step forward, the white handkerchief was immediately dyed red with blood. She wanted to tell him... What died was her heart!