"Huff… huff…"
Bending down, Wang Qian panted and gasped, her eyes filled with deep horror. She checked her fingers—all ten fair, tapering ones as delicate as young spring onions. With the brightly lacquered nails, the shaking hands seemed to be dripping blood from the fingertips.
The ten fingers had all been snapped at the joints, but how come they were all intact now?
"Huff… huff…"
She was utterly muddled. The only thing stuck to her mind was the excruciating pain. Just then, a voice came to her from somewhere ahead. "You actually managed to go through all that. You're a very tough woman."
Wang Qian snapped her head up and realized all of a sudden that the man was still there, a few steps away from her and watching her inquisitively. Then, stepping on the cracked brick pavement, he was by her side in a few strides.
