Her hands were covered in blood, and the side of the man's face was also stained with it. Meng Yao reached for Luo Xiao's chest, pressing down repeatedly, "Hall Master? Luo Xiao! Wake up!"
The man showed no reaction, his handsome face as pale as paper. His body was extremely weak from a night of blood loss, and such shocks added insult to injury.
The explosions continued, with stones constantly hitting the ground near her feet, creating an earthquake-like tremor that struck fear into the heart. Meng Yao was drenched in cold sweat, biting back her sobs, "Luo Xiao!"
She tremulously reached toward his nose.
No breath.
"No, no!" Meng Yao's eyes snapped open wide. She grabbed his shoulder and swung her fist down on it, "Luo Xiao, wake up, wake up!!"
The man's body was ice-cold, and his suit had become the most ironic garment. Luo Xiao could never have imagined that the wedding he had longed for so many years would end up so shattered.
