Yan Ziyuans wrist hurt . Her heart was also in pain . She struggled abruptly: Release your filthy hands from me!

Gu Ziyans expression changed slightly . He loosened his grip subconsciously .

However, it was a little sudden that, coupled with Yan Ziyuan struggling strongly, Yan Ziyuan retreated two steps back but couldnt balance herself . THUMP! Maybe it was a coincidence or not, but her head bumped onto the corner of a table!

Some blood flowed from her forehead . Nobody expected this scene to happen, so they were all dumbfounded .

Gu Ziyan became agitated . He stretched his hand to support her: Ziyuan

However, Yan Ziyuan reacted as if she was being touched by fire . She inclined her hand slightly, avoiding his hand .

Her maid already rushed over, and lifted her up hurriedly, while almost crying: Miss, you are bleeding!

Yan Ziyuan shook her head: It doesnt hurt .

Although her forehead was bleeding, how could it compare with the pain she felt in her heart?

This bump of hers wasnt light, so the blood was flowing vigorously . But she has already concentrated her kung fu on her forehead in the blink of an eye .

That maid was flustered, she didnt know how to treat her masters wound . Since they were taking part in a Zither Meeting, which was a literate event, the maid didnt prepare any medicine and so on . She was turning around and around anxiously: Miss, this servant should die! I didnt take any ointments with me!

I have one here, a hand holding a flask of cream for wounds showed up .

This hand was really beautiful, and one knew at the first glance that it belonged to a zither player . Following the arm, one could see the uncomfortable expression of Gu Ziyan .

The maid looked at Yan Ziyuan, but her Miss ignored the flask . In fact, she tore her own sleeves and wrapped the cloth on her forehead: It is just a bruise, no need for the cream .

This movement of hers revealed the dark purple circle on her wrist, which was once snow-white, and the sign was left by Gu Ziyan in a moment of haste .

Gu Ziyans eyes shifted from her bleeding forehead to her purple-skinned wrist . His face became graver . He grasped the hand she was using to tie the cloth, and squeezed the flask onto her palm forcefully: This wound must be handled immediately, or else it will leave a scar

Yan Ziyuan moved her own hand back . Her denial was clear, so Gu Ziyan didnt dare to take her hand once more, as he was somewhat worried . She threw the flask onto the ground, splitting it into pieces and making the cream flow out .

PENG!

Gu Ziyans heart also shattered into pieces, just like with the broken flask . He paused and looked at her glaring eyes: Ziyuan, I didnt do it on purpose

Yan Ziyuan sighed and then smiled: I know . You were just worried about Rong Yan, and could not accept the idea of seeing her getting hurt .

Yan Ziyuan laughed in her heart bitterly . She understood everything already . But since she couldnt let go of her feelings, she would get hurt by trivial things easily again and again

Her eyes began to become moistShe didnt want to remain here anymore! She has lost face, and didnt want to lose more by crying in front of everyone

After wrapping the cloth on her forehead carelessly, she asked for a boat to leave the ship . Behind her, someone extended their hand silently . Another ointment was positioned there: Miss Yan, use this one .

Yan Ziyuan raised her head, and met the face of black dressed youth .

His pupils were placid, without any ripples . But his hand was steady .

Yan Ziyuan relaxed