Song Chenxi's snow-white hair scattered in the air.
Lin Hanxing, who was carrying the weight of two people, hit the floor with his back, making a muffled sound.
"Chenxi ..."
Lin Hanxing's hands were still holding her in his arms. His long eyelashes trembled slightly. A smile gradually appeared on song Chenxi's pale face, but it was soon deformed by the pain.
"Chenxi!"
Gong Chen, who realized what had happened, was the first to rush over and kneel beside her. His arms were trembling, and he looked at the wound that had pierced through her chest from her back in horror. He held her tightly in his arms in despair.
It was a mess.
"Calm down, Gong Chen,"
Song Chenxi's voice was gentle and powerful, even though there were large mouthfuls of blood flowing out from the corners of her mouth as she said this. This was different from the déjà vu that Zhan Nanheng and su bu had earlier, because everyone knew ...
This time, it was real!
