She was sharpening a pencil in the office when she accidentally cut her finger.
Fresh blood immediately began to trickle from the cut, growing into a large drop. She squeezed a little harder, and the blood scattered from both sides of the drop, dripping onto the sketch paper on her desk...Qin Mu...
She had been drawing for a long time.
When Yang Qianxi entered, she saw Qin Mu holding her finger and frowning, lost in thought, her chair turned towards the door.
"Ms. Qin!"
Yang Qianxi instinctively called out, yet she stood at the door, hesitant to enter.
Because she felt the air in the office was as if frozen, making it hard to move.
Qin Mu looked up, her face somewhat pale.
"Do you have a Band-Aid?"
Qin Mu asked softly.
"Yes! I'll go get it right away!"
Only after hearing this did Yang Qianxi understand why Qin Mu had been holding onto her finger; she turned and ran back downstairs.