Hong Xiu leapt off the cliff, clutching the plummeting Gongsun Ziyu. With a flick of her sleeve, she unleashed a white silk ribbon that wrapped around a tree at the cliff's edge, leveraging its force to return to the top.
Gongsun Ziyu's blood soaked through her bridal gown, streaming down her snow-white fingertips to pool on the ground.
"Ziyu… Ziyu…"
Xiao Rong'er hurriedly cradled Gongsun Ziyu in her arms.
Looking at her bloodless face, then at the arrow that pierced her chest, Xiao Rong'er's hands trembled uncontrollably.
She was on the brink of collapse: "Ziyu… Ziyu, answer your mother… just answer me once…"
Gongsun Ziyu's body convulsed, with each spasm causing more blood to gush out.
Xiao Rong'er hastily applied acupoint pressure to stem the bleeding.
But it was futile.
The arrow had pierced her heart, severing all hope of survival.
If only she had shown Meng Qianqian a sliver of mercy, it wouldn't have cost her own daughter's life.
