Suddenly, the child's voice rang out again, " "Sister, run! Yingluo!"
Then, Liancheng Yazhi heard the sound of the door opening on the third floor and messy footsteps running down from the living room. Liancheng Yazhi ran up the stairs and saw a thin figure appear in front of him within two steps.
The 12-year-old girl was thin and small, her hair was messy, and she had not changed out of her school uniform. Her clothes were torn, and the blood on her head almost dyed half of her face red. She panted as she staggered down the stairs, as if she could fall down at any time.
Because she didn't see Liancheng Yazhi standing below and running very fast, she only realized that there was someone standing below three or four steps away. However, it was too late to stop in her tracks, so she fell into Liancheng Yazhi's arms.
Liancheng Yazhi took a step back from the inertia, but he immediately stabilized himself and hugged the girl tightly.
