The people of Xinghua Village, who'd never understood the concept of propriety, had long since crowded the doorway. They weren't scholars and none of them were nearsighted, so everyone saw everything clearly in an instant.
On Qin Shanshan's bed, those spatters of blood weren't just simple blood. Anyone with a bit of life experience knew what they were.
With a collective gasp, the villagers of Xinghua Village erupted into an uproar once again.
The petrified Qin Shanshan finally snapped out of it and let out a scream.
"No... It's not... It's not like that! My room wasn't like this! It wasn't like this when I left! It's not... AHH!"
She stared at the bloodstains on the bed, her shrieks turning shrill as waves of darkness washed over her vision.
She wasn't some naive little girl who understood nothing. On the contrary, she knew exactly what this meant. The sight of that "maiden's blood" brought her to the brink of collapse.
