"Okay, I'll call them to come right away, just hold on..."
Wen Xiao'ai took the phone from Jun Moyan's pocket, entered her own phone's unlock password, and successfully turned on the screen.
The lock screen passwords for both of their phones were the same.
Wen Xiao'ai awkwardly opened the dialer, looking at the rows of contact names, but she didn't recognize a single one.
"Jun Moyan, which one is Qing Yi?"
Wen Xiao'ai held the phone with her hands stained red with his blood, shaking in fear, her eyes filled with tears.
"..."
However, Jun Moyan didn't respond to her question.
Wen Xiao'ai looked up, only to see Jun Moyan with his eyes closed, leaning motionlessly against the car seat.
His brows were furrowed tightly in pain, and his face, a deathly gray as if poisoned, was full of agony.
"Jun Moyan, don't sleep, I'm scared all alone..."
