The blood seeping from the wound on Yi Lanlan's neck had stained her pink down jacket. Her body was limp and weak, and she could barely stand on her feet.
Chi Jiao walked all the way to Zhen Xiaoqing, stopping only when she was one step away from the edge of the roof. "I'm here. Can you let go of my friend now?"
"Little girl, you're quite bold." After saying this, Zhen Xiaoqing put down the dagger and suddenly pushed Yi Lanlan towards her.
Without hesitation, Chi Jiao reached out and caught her.
When Yi Lanlan smelled the faint fragrance on Chi Jiao's body, her heart inexplicably calmed down and her consciousness instantly fell into darkness.
Chi Jiao quickly and carefully placed Yi Lanlan on the ground.
But before she could steady herself, Zhen Xiaoqing reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her into her arms.
