Thud... Thud...
Suddenly, footsteps came from behind. Even without turning back, Luo Liu knew who had arrived.
Luo He came up behind him and said in a deep voice, "Qiao Chengxun is almost here. If you hand over this woman to him, she might still have a chance to live. If you keep holding onto her, she will die, and so will you."
Luo Liu's broad shoulders trembled slightly as he looked down at the girl's peaceful, round face.
His Meimei looked like she was asleep, her round, chubby face as adorable as a porcelain doll, still tugging at his heartstrings just like when she was a child.
His thin lips slowly moved to the girl's cool lips, landing a gentle kiss. The corners of his lips curled into a poignant arc, his voice hoarse to the extreme.
"Meimei, wait for me..."
After speaking, he gently laid the girl back on the ground and took off his coat to cushion her head.
Luo He dashed forward, grabbing his brother's arm and hauling him downstairs.
