She looked at Lu Jinyang in utter astonishment, only to see him quickly glance at her and begin dragging her outside.
Perhaps the people inside hadn't reacted yet, but seeing Xiao Qing and Lu Jinyang running out, they exchanged glances and then followed suit.
In the vast courtyard, just ten meters away from the hall, Xiao Anze was sitting on the ground screaming for Yang Qiao's name heartrendingly.
As they got closer, Xiao Qing finally made out that the person in Xiao Anze's arms was Yang Qiao, who now lay with her eyes closed, her face eerily pale under the streetlights.
"Brother, Sister Qiao, she..."
Before he could finish, Jinyang had already taken out his phone to call. He was speaking in English, which she understood to be the local emergency number.
Xiao Qing crouched down on the other side and only then noticed the blood-stained ground beneath Yang Qiao; her pristine white dress now dyed red.
