"Yifan!!!" An Qi sobbed loudly, devastated by grief.
She roughly knew why Lin Yifan had turned out this way—it was all because of her.
Just as she was nearing the gates of the Netherworld, it was a force that pulled her back; she believed that the person who could emit such force was none other than Lin Yifan, who was holding her just before her death.
"Little Sister An Qi, don't panic, we'll help you get there," Zhou Jiajia persuaded.
Just now, An Qi tried to break free and walk ahead alone, which truly frightened them.
"Then hurry up! I can't wait any longer," An Qi urged.
She just wanted to quickly reach Lin Yifan's side and see the man who had used all his strength to save her from the brink of death.
It was only a few meters away, a matter of seconds, but to her it was intolerably slow, an unprecedented feeling.
"Yifan! What's wrong with you?"
"Yifan! Wake up!"
