Guo Ting's eyes split wide open, and the crimson pupils held only one target: she wanted to kill Gu Xiaoer!
Gu Xiaoer ruined her life, and she intended to ruin Gu Xiaoer's!
The desperate struggle of a dying person might be the most terrifying, because that burst of strength comes from expending all one's energy, fighting for one last chance.
Behind them, a piercing cold wind struck.
Han Luoli was the first to sense it, his ice-cold eyes suddenly tightening, the corners of his mouth curling into a bloodthirsty arc.
Shadows overlapped, and it was only at the last moment that Gu Xiaoer sensed the danger rushing over her head.
Her breath stopped instantly, her complexion turned deathly pale, and she subconsciously lifted her arm to block, but suddenly her body was pulled by a warm, strong force—
The world spun around, and she was already in the familiar and solid embrace of a man.
In the blink of an eye, Han Luoli made a swift turn, dodging the sneak attack from behind.
"Ah—"
