"Xiaoxiao, save my brother! Save my brother!" Tang Nazhi's face was covered with tears. He carried Li Xiaowei to Shen Yanxiao. Li Xiaowei's blood continuously dyed his clothes red, and the glaring red almost covered the two brothers.
Shen Yanxiao froze on the spot and stared at Li Xiaowei on Tang Nazhi's back.
That extremely familiar face was covered with blood with his eyes quietly closed. He was so close, but she could not sense his presence.
Shen Yanxiao's mind exploded. Her petite figure swayed and she nearly fell.
"Xiaoxiao… save him…" Tang Nazhi looked at Shen Yanxiao. His eyes that were brimming with tears were filled with despair.
Shen Yanxiao opened her mouth in a daze and her chest suddenly tightened. It was extremely difficult for her to breathe and her mind felt bloated. Everything in front of her was as unreal as a dream.
