Crimson blood splattered across the bench. Li Xiye froze as if turned to stone. A bone-chilling cold, like a legion of vipers, slithered up her limbs and paralyzed her.
Xia Lan lay on the ground, her white dress stained red with blood. Her eyes were filled with confusion and terror. Clutching the gushing wound on her neck, she gasped for air like a drowning person. With the last of her strength, she forced out a desperate cry from her throat:
"Quick… run…"
Li Xiye's pupils trembled violently. Her heart seized in agony, and she could barely breathe. It was as if she'd been thrown into an ocean of pain, mercilessly drowned by the cruelty closing in from all sides.
