Thinking of this, her heart was pierced by the pain once again, as if a myriad of silver needles were thrust into her chest. She could even hear the sound of her chest being torn open; it was bloody, very painful, and very cold.
"I'm just tired and want to rest." She suddenly stood up, pulled out a pale and feeble smile for the three men of the Leng Family, made a sleeping gesture, and exited their world.
"Qianxue." Leng Minyang caught up, grabbing her arm, "Are you sure you're okay? Your face is so pale; do you know that? Is it because of Chenxuan? There's still no news from him. His phone is off, his company has no trace of him, did something happen between you two?"
Qianxue stopped, looked at the anxious old man, and could only shake her head to tell him she was fine.
