Gazing at the glaring red blood on her body, Qin Feimo's dark eyes slightly furrowed, and the intense worry in his eyes was still clearly visible.
"What's with the blood on you?"
Hearing this, Feng Jinglei finally noticed the glaring red blood on herself.
Did he think this blood was hers?
"This isn't my blood." Staring at the man in front of her, her feelings were somewhat complicated, she lowered her eyes and replied softly.
Hearing that it wasn't her blood, Qin Feimo seemed to suddenly breathe a sigh of relief.
So it turns out it wasn't her who was in the accident. Then what about the woman in the evening dress and those familiar high heels?
Before he could ask further, Feng Jinglei suddenly lifted her eyes, gazing at the man in front of her.
Who was his earlier anxiety for? Was it for Ma Pianpian who was still lying in the emergency room, or... her?
