The wave after wave of pain hit Qianru until she felt like she was in the middle of life and death.
"Jun…" Qianru softly whispered his name while biting her lips, her vision turned blurry because of her tears, in the midst of her agony, she caught a glimpse of cup, from the corner of her eyes, on the table.
Reaching out her left arm, Qianru dragged her aching body closer to the cup and with the last strength that she could muster she smashed it to the carriage floor.
The loud breaking sound that the shattered cup produced, managed to get the attention from people around the carriage.
The first person who appeared was Qi Xunyi.
He yanked opened the carriage curtain and the dreadful scene of a pale woman, who has pooled in her own blood, entered his eyes.
