Chu Shaoyun covered his wound with his hand and returned to the manor pathetically. He laughed bitterly in his heart. He had done so much evil that he couldn't live. Ruo'er, if this sword strike could lessen the anger in your heart, I'm willing to do it too. Ning Xinyu heard the sound and entered the house. She was shocked when she saw the blood oozing out of his wound.
"Young Yun, what's wrong with you?" She hurried forward and asked a maid to fetch some medicine. Tears streamed down her face.
"Don't scare me, Shaoyun. You told me what happened. Aren't you highly-skilled in martial arts? How could you get injured?"
Chu Shaoyun laughed bitterly, looked at her, and shook his head. He muttered, "I'm fine. It's just that I reaped what I sow myself. You don't have to worry. I won't die."
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