"What are you doing? I also want to hurt myself deliberately and win Lin Yixiao's sympathy. " Shen Ningtong takes away the fruit knife in her hand. Although she hates Tao Xinting, she can't let Tao Xinting hurt herself in her face.

"ah, help, ah..." Since Shen Ningtong took the fruit knife from her hand, there was a scream in the ward.

Lin Yixiao, who was standing outside the door, waited for a few seconds, and when he realized that people around him heard the noise, he pretended to panic and pushed in.

he looked at Tao Xinting's bloody wrist, and at Shen Ningtong, who was holding a fruit knife...