Mo Hen hurried back to his room, locked the door, and stumbled into the bathroom.
She held the luxurious marble wash basin with her slender hands and breathed heavily.
The left eye... hurts... why... this feeling... is so familiar...
She slowly slid down the wall hanging with exquisite mirrors. Her face was pale and she bit her lower lip tightly to prevent herself from making a sound.
"Tick-tock-" The scarlet liquid dripped.
"Is this... blood?" Mo Hen wiped his cheek with the back of his hand and looked at the scarlet liquid remaining on the back of his hand.
Her eyes were still calm.
She barely managed to stand up against the wall, her pale and delicate face reflected in the mirror. The scarlet color looked particularly dazzling on her bloodless cheeks.
She stared closely at her left eye, trying to see something strange, but to no avail. The pain became more and more intense, and Mo Hen couldn't even stand up.
The moment his eyes left the mirror, a trace of blue flashed by. Mo Hen immediately looked at the mirror, but there was nothing strange in the mirror.
...too...sensitive...
She was not allowed to think too much, and an inexplicable emotion surged over her. It was hatred.
Mo Hen squatted on the ground, hugging himself tightly in pain.
It's okay...you can bear it...it's always been like this before...right?
In fact, this inexplicable hatred has been noticed by Mo Hen since her previous life. Every time, when hatred hits, she will have the urge to destroy everything, and she will feel like she has nothing. But in fact
, is it the same, isn’t it? At this time, she will always hug herself tightly. Only when she hugs herself tightly does she feel safe.
"Ah -" she couldn't help it. The intense pain made her cry out in a low voice. Her mind was in chaos and she couldn't think of anything.
In her blurred vision, she vaguely saw an exquisite glass vase placed in the corner of the wash basin...
Relying on her body's instinct, she staggered closer to the vase, stretched out her hand...
"Plop--" shattered.
Everyone who was resting in the living room downstairs was startled. Immediately, they panicked. At this time, Takeda Yumiko was not present. She was still resting in the medical room, and she was accompanied by Hyōtei's main candidates.
Everyone present rushed forward, looking for the source of the sound. Finally, they stopped in front of Mo Hen's room.
Before knocking on the door, the sharp-eyed Kikumaru first saw the liquid slowly flowing out of the gap in the door.
"What is that?" he asked, pointing there.
Sanada knelt down, tapped the liquid with his finger, put it to his nose, and sniffed it. Immediately, his pupils began to tremble, filled with worry and rare anxiety.
"What's wrong?" Yukimura frowned, with some ominous premonition. It's rare to see Sanada with such an expression.
"It's... blood! Xiao Mo, what's wrong with you?!" Sanada immediately became anxious and banged on the door desperately.
"What...what! Blood??!! Xiao Mo! Are you okay?!" Yukimura also started to get anxious.
"Xiao Mo! Come out quickly!!" Echizen called worriedly.
"Xiao Mo!" Tezuka's brows were furrowed.
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No matter how everyone screamed, there was no sound in the room, but more and more blood seeped out from the crack in the door. This made everyone anxious.
Fuji was the first to hit the door. Then everyone started to hit the door together as if they were waking up from a dream. This gorgeous wooden door of the villa that was originally not worth mentioning in the eyes of these rich kids has now turned into a huge iron door in the blink of an eye.
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More than ten minutes later, they finally opened the door, and what they saw was beyond words.