An Ru's face turned ashen, not the feeble pallor of Yao Qing, but a sickly green that was terrifying.
Chen Jinxiu walked in carefully, the mud on the ground sticking to her shoes, which made her wrinkle her brow in disgust.
She approached An Ru and reached out to pat her face.
"An Ru, An Ru… can you hear me?"
An Ru could hear.
She was just too scared, too terrified.
Her trembling eyes opened to a face that was both familiar and strange.
She never imagined that Chen Jinxiu would be the first person she saw upon opening her eyes.
But it didn't matter who it was, as long as it was a person, she wanted to see someone.
Trembling, she grasped Chen Jinxiu's hand, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Chen the actress…"
