The tense air was suffocating, as if even breathing wasn't smooth.
Qiao Xiguan lifted her skirt, her steps a bit chaotic as she walked towards a direction she was no longer certain of. She didn't know if that fleeting figure might suddenly shoot. She hadn't actually interacted with Ai Qing, so she didn't know how good his marksmanship was, she didn't know if, in that fleeting moment, he might just aim for her head.
Her breathing was somewhat rapid, as she continuously told herself to calm down, yet she couldn't seem to at all.
"Ah!" Qiao Xiguan couldn't help but exclaim.
A shadow suddenly appeared in front of her, causing the nerves that were stretched to the breaking point to almost collapse.
She felt like her whole being was about to fall apart.
"Stay calm, head to the hall." A familiar voice sounded in her ear.
Qiao Xiguan looked at Mo Shu, not knowing why he had suddenly appeared beside her.
