When the door to the lounge opened, Lou Xi glanced inside and saw Xi Siwei collapsed on the ground, presumably quite injured.
But Lou Xi showed no sign of concern; instead, she turned to check Qin Mobai's hand and noticed that his knuckles seemed to be bleeding.
She immediately felt a pang of heartache, took his hand, and asked, "Why did you do it yourself? Look, you're bleeding."
With furrowed brows, Lou Xi had the feeling that someone like Xi Siwei wouldn't have known Qin Mobai would take matters into his own hands.
Qin Mobai watched Lou Xi take the pocket square from the lapel of his suit jacket and wipe the bloodstains from his knuckles.
Lou Xi wiped very carefully, very gently, fearing she would touch Qin Mobai's wound.
But after cleaning it up, she realized that Qin Mobai wasn't injured at all. The blood on his knuckles was all Xi Siwei's; he wasn't hurt.
"You worried me sick." Lou Xi knew Qin Mobai was joking with her, pretended to be angry, and let go of his hand.
