Gu Xiaoying sat down on the cold ground with a thud, the marble floor beneath her felt hard and despairingly cold.
Her hair was a mess, her face streaked with tears and other marks, one black, one gray. Her eyes were empty and hollow, her lips slightly pursed in an indescribable smile.
Gu Xiaoqing sat next to her, panting slightly. She had exerted effort earlier; otherwise, Gu Xiaoying would have dashed out.
This was not yet the best time to close the net, and Gu Xiaoqing didn't want Gu Xiaoying to ruin her plan out of spite, so she desperately tried to keep Gu Xiaoying from making a sound.
She shook her arm, her right palm bearing deep, double rows of teeth marks with faint blood flowing out, a reminder of when Gu Xiaoying had bitten down in her silent suppression earlier.
Gu Xiaoqing smiled bitterly, why am I always the one who gets hurt?
