He couldn't imagine what would happen if the girl was injured.
Yang Zhihu was usually a very stern colonel, but now, he threw on some clothes and rushed out of his room.
When he finally arrived at the scene and pushed through the crowd, what did he see?
A person was leaning against a bent tree with blood all over her clothes. Her eyes were filled with fear. That was Han Lu.
Another person was standing there, holding something in her hand. No, it wasn't a thing. It was a person.
Feng Wu was punching Gao Ya so hard that the latter was barely breathing.
Yang Zhihu then looked at Feng Wu.
The girl looked so intimidating in her red dress.
She turned around and smiled at Yang Zhihu.
Yang Zhihu felt like he was under the gaze of an eagle or a wolf.
How frightening!
There was a smear of blood on her fair cheek, and some had even splashed onto her eyelashes. She looked as scary as a ghost.
