He didn't like Gai Yu's tone when she mentioned Ye Qiao and others, especially the insinuation that "they are not worthy of you." Had it been someone else, he likely would have turned hostile by now, but he restrained himself solely because it was Gai Yu standing before him.
"Xiaohan!" Gai Yu grabbed his wrist, "You must remember what I've told you, don't trust them."
"I know," Xicheng responded noncommittally.
She had just gone through such an ordeal, and he didn't want to make her sad again.
"I'm serious!" Gai Yu circumvented him, blocking his way, "You don't believe me now, but do you have to learn the hard way, just like I did, and get hurt by them?!"
"Sis, it's not that serious. Maybe Ye Qiao was a bit impulsive, but how could Ji Mo and Xiaofei be those kinds of people?"
Gai Yu lifted her left arm and violently pulled down her sleeve, revealing a nearly arm-spanning wound across her delicate and pale wrist, like an ugly centipede sprawled across it.
