At this moment, Gu Mei saw a pair of hands, perfect as jade, in front of her eyes.
These hands were cold, so cold that all the hairs on her body stood up, filling her with an endless chill as if her soul was being frozen.
Yet, these hands were also full of strength, fiercely strangling her neck, making her unable to breathe and feeling dizzy from the suffocation.
How could this be possible?
Gu Qingcheng...
Stunned and frightened, she stared wide-eyed at the person in front of her.
"You... you... you..."
Her ugly face, deprived of oxygen, turned terrifying, yet she desperately tried to speak but couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Gu Qingcheng, who had been lying unconscious on the ground, was now gripping her throat tightly.
Gu Qingcheng's pale face was chilling to the extreme, her eyes sharp and sinister, like a demon from hell about to devour her.
