Prince Zhao stared at the sharp scissors, lost in thought.
A moment later, he raised the scissors and brought them down toward his wrist.
Hua Manman's heart leaped into her throat as she watched. 'This guy is really trying to kill himself!'
She didn't have time to think about anything else. She shoved open the door, strode in, and snatched the scissors from Prince Zhao's hand.
"Prince, if something's wrong, just tell me! Don't do anything rash! As the saying goes, a hard life is better than no life at all. No matter what you're facing, you can't give up on yourself. If you die, you really will have nothing left!"
Li Ji looked at her, his face devoid of expression. "I was just trying to snip a loose thread from my clothes."
Hua Manman looked down and saw that there was indeed a long, loose thread on his sleeve.
From the looks of it, his sleeve must have gotten snagged on something when he fell earlier, pulling a thread loose.
Hua Manman: "..."
Silence.
