Beichenxiao took Wen Tong into his arms, lifted up her clothes, and upon taking a closer look, he suddenly felt that his whole heart was twitching together.
I saw that the snow-white skin was already a mess of blood and flesh, and the glass fragments had already sunk in, leaving only an edge stained red with blood, sharp and exposed.
"Are you stupid? Why didn't you say it?" Bei Chenxiao's voice sounded a little hysterical, even a little nervous.
Wen Tong closed her eyes tightly. If she hadn't been so weak now that she had no strength, she would not have wanted to stay here for one more second or look at him one more time. She hated him so much that her heart ached.
"Damn it." Bei Chenxiao picked up Wen Tong, being careful not to touch her wounds.
He kicked the door open, and Wen Ze outside the door was startled. He was about to say something, but suddenly his eyes glanced, as if he was aware of the danger approaching, and he stood in front of Bei Chenxiao, his cold eyes narrowing.
"Young Master, it's Ye Bai." Wen Ze reminded in a low voice.
Bei Chenxiao also noticed the man strolling from the end of the corridor, with a faint sneer on his lips. When he passed by Bei Chenxiao, he suddenly turned his head and looked at the girl in his arms.
A trace of imperceptible surprise flashed through his calm eyes, and he soon returned to calm.