"Qing... Qingrui!"
Jian Yinhe supported Feng Qingrui, as blood stained the clothing at Feng Qingrui's chest and dyed Jian Yinhe's hand.
At this moment, Feng Qingrui's face was deathly pale, her breathing was heavy, and she reached out to touch Jian Yinhe's palm, saying, "Senior brother, I... I don't want to die."
Feng Qingrui was only in her twenties, in the prime of her youth, but now she was facing death after her heart was pierced by a sword due to a lapse in judgment.
Jian Yinhe blocked Feng Qingrui's heart veins to prevent excessive blood loss. Yet, upon feeling her pulse, Jian Yinhe was overwhelmed by a sense of despair.
That sword was clearly aimed to kill Feng Qingrui, piercing straight through the heart, unerringly.
Feng Qingrui was beyond saving.
Jian Yinhe applied pressure to Feng Qingrui's wound with his hand, his expression tense, desperately trying to stop the blood from flowing out.
