At that moment, Gu Yelin clearly saw An Yiqing's eyes, which had a trace of light, shrink harshly and quickly become dark and lifeless. Her face was pale, almost transparent, and the coldness of her hands was a temperature that Gu Yelin could never warm.
An Yiqing powerlessly collapsed to the ground, staring blankly at Ruan Xue's gray, ashen face. Just a few hours ago, she was laughing and joking, living freely and recklessly. How could she now become a corpse?!
Gu Yelin gently wrapped his arm around An Yiqing's thin shoulders, feeling the despair and sadness in her heart.
"Tutu, Ruan Xue she..."
