"Mr. Lin! Are you alright? You are severely injured!" Tan Sisi approached with concern and supported Lin Shuang.
Her body carried a captivating fragrance. Her right hand was already supporting Lin Shuang's arm.
Just below the arm was the armpit, from this angle... a blade could pierce right through into Lin Shuang's lungs, delivering a fatal blow.
Just as Tan Sisi was about to make her move, Lin Shuang pushed her away.
"It's nothing... Thank you, Miss Tan."
Tan Sisi's pretty face changed, and the blade in her sleeve quietly slid back into hiding.
"Miss Tan, it's no trouble at all, I'm fine. I just need a little rest," Lin Shuang said, turning back toward his room.
But he had barely taken two steps when his feet faltered... and his body almost collapsed again.
Tan Sisi stepped forward in her high heels and supported him once more.
