Tao Ran entered the Trojan Room, sat on the ground, clutching his belly, his face full of pain, his mouth and cheeks smeared with fresh blood stains. He had just been killed by a man who had burst into the supermarket, stabbing him over a dozen times. His freshly washed woolen sweater was now spotted with blood, all from the punctures made by the blade.
"Tao Ran!" Tang Zheng's voice was filled with concern. He rushed to Black Long Straight's side, crouched down, and supported her shoulders, "It's okay now, don't worry."
"Tang Zheng? Where am I?" Having just escaped the excruciating pain and struggle of death, Tao Ran was still somewhat dizzy and hadn't calmed down.
"You're by my side, I will protect you!" Seeing the girl slightly frowning, Tang Zheng felt heartache and couldn't resist anymore, he embraced her in his arms.
