A large amount of cold sweat seeped out of song qingxiao's forehead. Her face was pale, and her trembling nose showed the pain she was suffering, which shocked the women.
"Why?"
The woman carrying the cat muttered, " why do you have to do this? "
Song qingxiao ignored her. She gritted her teeth and endured the excruciating pain, but her body was still trembling.
After a long time, she finally opened her mouth, which she had used too much force on. The silk fell down, and there were teeth marks and large patches of blood stains on it.
because I might have to face a fierce battle tomorrow. I can't just wait for death.
When she spoke, her voice trembled because of the pain. She grabbed the silk cloth with one hand and wanted to wrap it around her broken arm, but the pain made her movements somewhat inharmonious.
