"Get out of my way, or you'll be the next I beat up," Jian Luo said as he stood beside Jian Qing, casting her a warning glance with his icy gaze.
Jian Qing, staring at Zhao Xuan's increasingly reddening face and the fear in her eyes, couldn't help but recall the car accident that had occurred seventeen years ago.
The sky was filled with snow, the blood horrifyingly red; her small body cradled her mommy, the unstoppable bleeding staining her hands red, yet she felt utterly powerless to save her.
That panic and helplessness still felt as clear as ever, as if it had happened just yesterday.
She had always thought that the accident was just that—an accident, and her grandpa had later found the person who had hit and killed her mother. But now, it seemed that all of this was merely a scapegoat Zhao Xuan had found to deceive everyone.
