The moment the girl's voice rang out, the torrential black rain seemed to pause for a few seconds.
The blond punk's raised fist froze in mid-air, his vicious expression halting with it.
Qin Muye looked up.
As if sensing something, Qin Muye looked in Jiang Qingli's direction.
Jiang Qingli's eyes widened.
'Wait, did he just make eye contact with me?'
But in the next second, Jiang Qingli's hand passed straight through the blond punk's body.
She had lunged at nothing.
It was then that Jiang Qingli remembered this was just a memory.
Like watching a movie, she couldn't change how the plot unfolded.
Only when Qin Muye's Spiritual Body appeared could she find an opportunity to heal it.
Other than that, there was nothing she could do.
She couldn't help Qin Muye in any way.
Jiang Qingli looked at the little boy with a bloody face, feeling a wave of helpless frustration.
The rain once again came crashing down, splattering against the ground.
