It's Lu Zhenzhen.
Ji Yanzhi squatted down and shook her a few times, but there was no response. He didn't know what had happened to her. She was still wearing the hotel's white bathrobe, but there was a shattered vase by her hand, and if she moved slightly, she would get cut by the fragments.
He couldn't think much about it. Bent down to lift her, feeling just how weak he was when he exerted force. The untreated wound on the back of his head also hurt. He endured it, leaned against the shoe cabinet, and slowly gathered strength until he managed to pick her up.
He had walked the path to the main bedroom many times, but this time he moved extremely slowly. It took a lot to reach the bed and carefully place her down. By then, it seemed all his strength was exhausted.
It wasn't just the pain. The more strength he used, the weaker he felt.
