Helian Shan knelt on the stage, her hair in disarray, with several strands crossing her pale face.
Her whole body was trembling, she still hadn't recovered from the massive shock.
But when she saw Long Xiliang, she felt as guilty as she was relieved, as if she had found a lifeline.
Long Xiliang's arrival was like a sudden light in the darkness.
"Se… Seventh Lord..." she opened her mouth, silently calling out to the noble, unattainable man.
But Long Xiliang's gaze did not fall on her.
Long Xiliang's bodyguards controlled the five men on the stage, while Long Xiliang stood below, seeing Long Xingkui's flushed, confused face.
"Get a basin of water and wake her up."
The man spoke indifferently, and his subordinates quickly brought a basin of ice water, pouring it over Long Xingkui's face.
The bone-piercing ice water hit Long Xingkui's face, and she let out a cry, immediately waking up.
