Jiang Yue closed her eyes.... her ears were still ringing from the deafening sound of the gun.
She was waiting for the pain. For the throb, somewhere in her body.
Maybe her arms? Or stomach? Wu Ziliang was previously aiming at her stomach, so the wound should be somewhere there.
Then she felt... nothing?
Wait...
Jiang Yue's eyes snapped open, the moment she realized that she was in somebody's embrace.
"M..Minghua?" She asked, as she shook her cousin's arm.
Yet, to her surprise, her cousin did not respond.
Jiang Yue's body started to shake as she slowly stepped out from her cousin's embrace.
Then she noticed the dark scarlet fluid flowing through her hands.
Blood?
Her eyes widened, as she looked at Wang Minghua, who was already lying unconscious next to her.
Instantly, a light sob escaped from Jiang Yue's throat as she crumpled to her knees.
"Help... Help!" She yelled at the people who were running towards the door.
