The sky was brightening.
Yin Qin was crying with all his heart and soul.
He really couldn't accept this fact.
He really could not accept that Luo Xiaolang had just died before his eyes.
He reached out, grasping her arm.
Her arm was completely limp.
In the past, whenever he touched Luo Xiaolang, she would push him away.
This lifeless body in front of him wasn't Luo Xiaolang.
This was not the Luo Xiaolang he remembered, the one with extraordinary combat power.
"Xiaolang, wake up," cried Yin Qin.
He knelt before her, shaking her arm.
Her hand was cold.
Ice-cold.
This was not the warmth a human body ought to have.
"Xiaolang, please, I beg you to wake up," Yin Qin pleaded with her, his voice raw with desperation.
What could he do to bring Luo Xiaolang back to life?
What could he do to bring her back?
