The light in the private room was quite bright. When Xi Xiaye went in, she saw Qi Lei sitting in the corner of the sofa and staring at the mess before him while deep in thought.
The floor in front was already wet. One could already smell the dense alcohol mixed with his blood. The mottled traces of it was a ghastly sight.
Upon realizing that Xi Xiaye was walking over, Qi Lei silently lifted his head. When she appeared before him, his gloomy eyes flashed with a faint radiance. His handsome face could not help but force a smile. He asked in a low and raspy voice, "Why are you here?"
Xi Xiaye examined him quietly, then her eyes stopped at his clenched fist. "I was nearby, so I came over to talk a look. Get up. Let's go to the hospital..."