Chu XiaoYuee opened her eyes in despair. The oppressive aura of Chu Pingyu made it difficult for her even to close her eyes. He truly left her no way out.
"Why the rush?" Qiann Yan's voice came through, and suddenly all the pressure on Chu XiaoYuee vanished.
Yet she had become a bloody mess, with blood flowing from her seven orifices, staining her clothes red.
She lost all her strength and collapsed to the ground, her bloody eyes gazing at the sky.
The clouds were white, the sky was blue, and she was still alive, like in a dream.
Actually, Chu Qianyan wasn't that cruel, was she? If she went to Chu Qianyan now, no, her elder sister, was there still hope?
Would the other party be willing to accept her?
Chu Pingyu's face darkened, his eyes turned grim. Seeing that Chu XiaoYuee had no strength to get up and speak, he felt slightly relieved.
