God, please save me!
Please, please save me!
Fang Rong felt a piety she had never experienced before.
"Bang--"
"Crackâ"
A loud crash followed by the sound of shattering glass, and a dark figure rushed in at incredible speed, while a beam of light shone in.
Then the pressure on his neck disappeared, followed by a crisp snapping sound, and the hand on his head released its grip, sending Qin Zhen flying backward.
"Don't be afraid." A man's voice was gentle. He tapped her a few times and then untied the ropes.
"Ah!" Fang Rong screamed, then burst into tears, her tears falling like a broken string of pearls.
All fear and dread are released at this moment.
As she cried, she felt lightheaded, as if she were about to float away.
She instantly realized that she was dead.
Fang Rong felt the warm liquid on her neck stop flowing, and a sense of disorientation washed over her. Was this what the world after death was like?
Her eyes had adjusted to the light, and she could finally see that the person standing in front of her was Zhang Fan.
The light from the window shone directly on him, making him appear as if a god had descended to earth, handsome and incomparably beautiful.
Even if I die, I can still see Zhang Fan, so it doesn't seem so scary anymore.
Fang Rong reached out and touched Zhang Fan's face: "Are you dead too?"
The cool touch under my palm felt surprisingly real.
Fang Rong was stunned for a moment, and then she saw Zhang Fan hold her hand and place his fingers on her wrist.
Zhang Fan frowned slightly: "You've lost too much blood, don't speak."
As he spoke, Zhang Fan picked her up horizontally.
Fang Rong felt her body suspended in mid-air, then the world turned upside down, and everything went black before her eyes, and she knew nothing more.
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