In just a few breaths, it will be completed.
Originally, Zhao Qian'er, whose gaze was filled with despair, seemed to have noticed the peculiarities on the field. Yet, at this moment, she was relieved instead of worried because she saw that Brother Rong seemed to have finally realized these things as well.
There is still time, still time to be taken away by the ink-colored woman who resembles Mr. Zhu!
"Mmm, mmm, mmm..." Hurry up and go.
Little Qian'er couldn't make a sound, and her mouth mumbled.
Her flushed eyes, resembling peach blossoms, opened wide, with joyful tears flowing down. But in those misty teary eyes, besides the gladness and relief that he could live...
...there was also the sorrow of never seeing him again, and a bit of fear and terror for the grim and frightening fate that awaited her being left behind.
Is she not afraid of death? Is she not afraid of death? How could she not be afraid of death...
