Mingshu forced a smile and said, "This... this was purely an accident."
How could she have anticipated that a group would suddenly ambush her on the road, and all to murder her?
Her pursuers were relentless, and the wound on her arm still bled.
A gale picked up, accompanied by thunder, a sign that a torrential rain was imminent.
It truly was like the saying, "Misfortunes never come singly."
Ah Yao's lips were deathly pale as she gritted her teeth, "I must have had terrible luck in my past eight lifetimes to have met you!"
Mingshu pursed her lips, feeling wronged, thinking if you hadn't kidnapped me, I might not have even encountered these people!
But she dared not voice that thought aloud, afraid that Ah Yao, in a fit of pique, would throw her down.
"With things as they are, let's not shirk responsibility, hey, hey, hey, they're catching up! Hurry, hurry!" Mingshu turned back for a glimpse, panic flashing in her eyes.
