Lu Yeming looked at Jun Xi Qing. Her palm-sized face was full of water. She grabbed him as if she was grasping at the last straw, full of hope and begging for weakness.
After knowing him for so long, this was the first time she begged him.
Lu Yeming raised his hand and caressed her cold little face. Two words came out of his thin lips. “It’s too late.”
Too Late.
He said, too late.
Oh.
Jun Xi Qing retracted her gaze. She calmly tugged at her red lips. She had been foolish. Once the fury of the white spirit was triggered, there was no other way but for her brother to be sacrificed.
He did not leave any way out.
This time, he had done it so ruthlessly, so ruthlessly.
Jun Xi Qing pushed him away forcefully and sprinted towards Dongfang Yu.
“Brother, don’t go, don’t leave me behind!”
After running for two steps, Lu yeming stretched out his muscular arms and grabbed her slender waist. He hugged her from behind and pulled her into his arms.
“Ah!”
