Zhang Yihua and I were stunned because of what he did. I wasn't expecting him to cut his wrist.
"A'Zu!" Zhang Yihua screams.
"Leave now, or else it's your blood that will be sprayed in this room. NOW!" I roared.
I give her serious and scary glances. I grab my hairpin and act like I'm going to hurt her. She stood up and left the room, trembling in fear.
I look back. I was walking closer when he stood up and pointed the dagger at his neck. Damn it!
"Don't move! I will cut my neck if you do!" he exclaims.
I look at his wrist. The blood dripping from his wound is getting worse. He might die because of blood loss. I meet his eyes.
"Alright, I get it!" I roared.
I pointed to the table that had so many wine bottles on it. "I know you're just drunk and must have mistaken Zhang Yihua for me. Will you sober up already and stop this nonsense!"