The pungent smell of blood filled every corner of the room. Blood was dripping from the floor. Qiao Chu was sitting on the chair with bandages on his body. In the spacious room, laid two beds. His face was blood-stained. Hua Yao and Fan Zhuo were lying on two separate beds.
At the bedside, the person covered with gauze on his face sat quietly. But Bai Mo's eyes stood depressed and stood beside Fan Zhuo's bed.
"Little Xie." Qiao Chu noticed the arrival of Jun Wu Xie. He stood up from his chair. The blood and dust on his unwashed face covered his features. His eyes were red and filled with grief .
Jun Wu Xie stared into the room, and her mind became blank.
The moment she saw the inn on fire, she had already guessed that something had happened. But ... she didn't expect that it would be so serious.
