"You don't look well, oh, your hands are shaking." Dexin came over and said with a concerned tone.
She took his hand and spread his palm, as intimately as if he were her husband, son or food. What caught her eyes was a palm of blood. Xuanyuan Xuantian quickly withdrew his hand.
"Oh my god, you're bleeding." She said in surprise, and Xuanyuan Xuantian couldn't tell if there was joy in her voice.
There was a "pop" sound from the corner of the room, and they turned their heads. A young man's cup fell to the ground, with porcelain shards and tea leaves all over the floor. He stared blankly at Xuanyuan Xuantian's hand, his eyes a little straight.
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Xuanyuan Xuantian felt that he was the only one in this room who looked more like a human being.
At least his look of surprise was real, the others seemed to have no facial nerves at all.
"I accidentally touched the knife." He said and smiled at Dexin.
Dexin smiled and took his hand again: "You should bandage it," she said.
"I'll go right away." Xuanyuan Xuantian said, trying hard to take his hand back.
While in theory it would be exciting to hold a beautiful woman's catkin, he felt like he was reaching out to a female spider on the ceiling and being dragged back to her nest for dinner.
When he turned to leave and closed the door, everyone in the tea pavilion was looking at him silently, their eyes as big and round as fish, full of hunger and coldness.
The young man in the corner was still looking at him, thoughtfully.
Xuanyuan Xuantian went upstairs, and when he walked through the hall just now, his steps slowed down unconsciously, but there was nothing here, only silence under the firelight.
Darkness is hidden in the corners, but it doesn't come out to wreak havoc. This is just a banquet hall. The curved ceiling reflects the bright lights, and you can see the exquisite glass mosaics. It doesn't look like there is any monster hiding there.
So ordinary, he thought, nothing about it looked rushed, suspicious, or untied.
It was as if nothing had happened, except for the stinging pain in his palms.
"Mr. Xuanyuan Xuantian," a voice said.
Xuanyuan Xuantian turned his head, and the young man he saw just now was standing behind him.