"I'm fine." Nan Jiaojiao's voice was very soft, only loud enough for him to hear.
However, Bo Yanching had lost his mind, he only saw her covered in blood, and he snatched the knife from her hand, throwing it to the ground.
"Doctor!"
"Xu Shu!"
"Ah Shu, come here!"
Xu Shu responded and walked over, feeling something was amiss.
Nan Jiaojiao first gave him a look, then hugged Bo Yanching's neck. He instinctively bent down to accommodate her, then heard her voice in his ear: "I'm fine, the blood isn't mine."
Bo Yanching didn't believe it, he wanted to immediately check if there were any wounds on her body. Nan Jiaojiao placed her hand in his palm, smoothing it against his hand, indeed without a trace of injury. It was precisely this hand she had used to hold the knife.
"Let Xu Shu go with me, you have to stay here, I've been wronged, you must stand up for me, and—"
Nan Jiaojiao glanced at Shen Shixuan, who was already pale, and whispered, "Let this wedding proceed smoothly."
