Jun Xiqing was in a daze, it was as though she had just awoken from a nightmare.
There had been a voice right beside her ear, saying - Kill Lu Yeming! Kill him now!
What had she done?
She couldn't control herself at all.
Collapsing onto the cold grass, she held her throbbing head in her hands.
At this moment, a pair of gleaming leather shoes appeared in her lowered gaze. Jun Xiqing froze and slowly lifted her eyes, catching sight of a pair of crisp trousers, a black leather belt around a slim waist. Her gaze moved upwards…
His shirt was soaked in blood.
Jun Xiqing climbed up slowly on all fours and reached out to press on his wound, helping him stop the blood.
Sorry…
I'm so sorry…
At this moment, a large palm touched her face and rubbed her soft skin slowly through the thin veil.
Jun Xiqing's eyelashes quivered as she raised her eyes.
She met his deep eyes.
