Tears enveloped Suxin's entire face, and no matter how she cried out, she received no response from Chen Ziqian.
The smell of blood gradually drifted over, completely tightening Suxin's nerves.
Blood? Was it Chen Ziqian's blood?
Suxin struggled to move, but she couldn't move at all. She didn't know where the bleeding was, whether it was a vital area?
Fear of losing, yes, that was the feeling of fear of losing.
"Chen Ziqian, you must not have anything happen to you..."
"I promise you, I'll marry you! You must hold on!"
Frantically groping, Suxin suddenly touched Chen Ziqian's phone he had placed on the ground. She quickly picked it up, opened the call log, and redialed the number he had just called.
"Trouble... you... hurry, Ziqian has... has passed out, and there is a lot of blood..." Suxin's voice was broken and intermittent. Her head could no longer think straight, her hands shook uncontrollably, and even the pain in her legs seemed unfelt anymore.
