But Leng Changrui, terrified by his past life, stubbornly held onto Xiao Yao, his voice trembling with fear and heartbreak, "In my past life, this is how you were injured and left me. I'm afraid I'll lose you again. Little sister, I can't lose you again."
Xiao Yao was held tightly by her senior brother, blood flowing profusely, feeling a bit uncomfortable, her face even paler. Yet she couldn't bear to tell her senior brother to ease his grip. In the past life, her sudden departure inflicted a lifetime of loneliness on her senior brother. So, he held her tightly, simply because he was too afraid of losing her again.
"Leng Changrui, what are you doing?" It was Tong Yandi who noticed something off about Leng Changrui and immediately shouted, "Quickly put Yaoyao down and let go! Do you want Yaoyao not to die from the stab but to bleed to death because of you?"
