But the closer she got, the more timid she became, the more terrified...
She genuinely didn't dare to face him.
Once she faced him, she couldn't help but recall the scene of his tragic death.
Stabbed over a dozen times, blood everywhere...
Ye Anqi suddenly couldn't breathe, she stopped in her tracks.
Ya Shitian turned around and saw her looking as if she was about to faint from exhaustion.
He wrapped her body in his arms, "What's wrong?"
Ye Anqi shook her head, "I'm fine..."
Ya Shitian touched her forehead, it was very cold and covered in sweat.
"Get some water."
Mo Shisan immediately handed over a bottle of water.
Ya Shitian opened the cap, "Drink some water."
Ye Anqi drank a sip unconsciously, still feeling very uncomfortable.
She suddenly squatted down, feeling like she wanted to vomit.
Ya Shitian knew that her psychological pressure was too great.
He looked down at her from above.
