Gu Yanjing suddenly stopped in his tracks, not daring to move forward.
Shang Chen and Wan Ying held their breath, their lips trembling involuntarily.
Yan Ting stood up, blocking in front of Qiao Yuxian.
Gu Yanjing looked at him.
The disgust in their eyes was sharp; neither of them hid it.
Qiao Yuxian crouched on the ground, her hand pressing on Wei Li's neck.
Blood was still flowing down through her fingers, and she could feel the warmth gradually fading away.
She looked at Wei Li, with Yan Ting and Gu Yanjing in her peripheral vision.
After a while, she slowly laid Wei Li down. She wiped her tears with her arm, stood up, and looked at Gu Yanjing.
Yan Ting turned slightly to look at her.
Gu Yanjing saw the redness and tears in her eyes, his cold and deep expression filled with heartache.
His lips moved, wanting to say something, but in the end, nothing came out.
