Luo Xiao looked outside through the dim light, lowering his head to glance at the blood-stained hem of the skirt. He wasn't sure how long it would take for the child to be lost, but he couldn't take the risk, just in case it hadn't happened yet...
The clothes had already been thrown up by Tong Ran. Luo Xiao tightly covered her mouth, leaned close to her ear, and whispered, "Xiao Ran, just wait a little longer, it'll be okay soon…"
Tong Ran couldn't move at all, her whole body consumed by pain. She desperately closed her eyes, yet tears couldn't even flow anymore.
"Tong Ran!"
Mo Nanjue kicked away everything he could, opening cabinets and cupbords, but there was no one.
The man's gaze froze on the pool of blood. He squatted down, lightly sliding his forefinger over it, still feeling the warmth of the fresh blood.
