""Qiyu, Qiyu, wake up..." Beitang Feng pinched Li Qiyu's philtrum, softly calling her.
Her shoulders were nailed to the stele, inseparable now.
Beitang Feng pressed down on her shoulder, moving her slightly forward to reveal the large nails and the part connected to the stele behind her
"Ah…" Li Qiyu cried out in pain as she opened her eyes, just to hear two gunshots. Beitang Feng, with trembling hands, broke the nails, half remaining in the stele, half in her body.
"Endure it…" Beitang Feng tore fabric from her skirt and wrapped it around the bleeding wound on her shoulder.
The tombstone was completely stained red with her blood. Li Qiyu trembled in pain all over, and upon seeing Beitang Feng's worried face, she smiled, "Beitang Feng, just go… Even if you manage to rescue me, I won't survive…"
Bang, bang, bombs were detonated. Fire lit up the sky amid the storm.
She was destined to die in this cemetery—
