Chen Yang looked at Tao Xiaotong, only to see her eyes slightly closed, without a breath, lying there quietly.
"Little junior sister, I'm sorry."
Chen Yang silently murmured a phrase, crouched down, opened his arms, and held Tao Xiaotong tightly in his embrace.
He felt that Tao Xiaotong's body was icy cold.
This coldness was strange, penetrating to the bone marrow.
Even Chen Yang's heart felt somewhat chilled.
"Little junior sister, are you cold?"
Chen Yang asked softly, holding his junior sister even tighter.
He wished so much that his body warmth could be transferred to his junior sister.
Regrettably, the junior sister's body grew colder and colder, like a block of ice.
"Xiaotong! You... you should have walked on your own."
"Wuwuwu..."
The group of women wept together, creating a dismal scene.
However, when the three members of the Blood Clan saw this, they sneered with mockery.
"Never thought Chen Yang would actually be such a wimp."
