"Someone's coming! It seems they're looking for her! I'll go check!" A man noticed a light outside and had just rushed out when a scream rang out.
The other three heard it and immediately went to the door.
Carefully stepped outside.
A silver-haired man stood at the door, holding a sword.
It was the sword An Qiyan had given him.
"Where's my Yanyan!" Jia Luo roared at the three in front of him.
His eyes were bloodshot.
The three saw their companion had been split in half, both halves still moving with awareness.
Terrified and covered in cold sweat.
Yet they charged forward and began to fight with Jia Luo.
An Ziqing had already heard Jia Luo's voice.
Struggling to stand, she walked over step by step.
At the dilapidated window, she saw her beloved man.
She knew he would come to save her.
She had always known.
But...
She looked down at her filthy body.
Laughed coldly.
How could she face him like this.
How could he accept this humiliation she had endured.
