Ji Mingzhu seemed nailed to the spot, unable to move.
Blood rushed backward, a buzzing sound echoed in her mind.
She dared not look, instinctively closing her eyes, as if by doing so, the horrific scene would disappear.
Screams and shouts erupted simultaneously.
Not allowing her to escape.
The glaring red color forced its way into Ji Mingzhu's eyes, leaving a deep imprint in her mind.
For the rest of her life, perhaps she would never forget this scene.
She stepped lightly, walking to the person's side.
Gently called out, "Chang An?"
The person, endlessly coughing up blood, turned his head, eyes full of reluctance and regret.
Ji Mingzhu knelt on the ground, using a handkerchief to wipe Yuan Changan's blood, but she could not clean it.
Warm liquid fell onto her face, while Yuan Changan could only feel the pain in his chest.
He opened his mouth, struggling to utter three words, "I'm sorry."
He shouldn't have met Ruan Mian alone, breaking the promise between him and Mingzhu.
