But now, because of her, Ruan Xue could lose her life at any moment, or rather... she might already be dead...
An Yiqing forced herself to stop the thoughts in her mind, not daring to continue thinking. At this moment, a warm large hand wrapped her cold small hand in its palm, attempting to convey a bit of warmth to her body.
An Yiqing looked up and fell into Gu Yelin's sharp black eyes. She could see that his eyes were filled with worry and heartache. Struggling to pull at the corners of her mouth, An Yiqing tried to smile, but it looked worse than crying.
A sound of footsteps came from afar, the chaotic noise betraying the anxiety and urgency of the person approaching.
In no time, several tall figures rushed over, led by a man whose features were icy cold, his black suit seemingly tinged with chill, sending shivers down one's spine.
