No matter how hard he tried, Ye Qingci would never stay by his side.
He was in great pain.
Such great pain.
His body felt as if it had been cleaved into two, then gradually ground into mincemeat, his internal organs turned to mush.
It was so unbearable.
He really felt unbearable.
Glass after glass, he finally got himself completely drunk.
"Brother Yun?" Ye Qingci tentatively called him, but Yun Feng didn't move an inch.
Ye Qingci's heartbeat raced as she got up stealthily, looking around for any sign of Qingyang and He Meng.
There was none.
Not a soul was present.
In this house, it seemed there were only her and Yun Feng.
She found Yun Feng's mobile phone.
Just as he had said, there was no signal, no way to contact Jian Shichu.
Ye Qingci was very anxious.
She couldn't just sit here and wait for death.
She had to escape.
To escape, to find Jian Shichu, to have Jian Shichu help her save people!
