"Ah—," Ling Chuxia screamed in pain.
Though Ling Chuxia was wearing cotton slippers, the glass shards were extremely sharp, piercing right through the slippers and scraping her foot; and as she fell, the exposed skin on her lower leg inevitably got scratched. Blood surged out immediately, soaking her pure white slippers, staining them a shocking crimson.
Shi Che had not anticipated that his shove would result in such an outcome. At Ling Chuxia's cry of pain, he swiftly turned around to see her sitting on the ground, surrounded by sharp fragments, with bright red blood spreading across the floor.
Ling Chuxia's complexion quickly turned pallid with pain, her features creasing together, and cold sweat covering her forehead.
Shi Che's black pupils abruptly contracted. He stood frozen for a second before suddenly regaining his composure, and then quickly stepped forward, reaching past the shards to pick up Ling Chuxia, and rushed towards the exit.
