In that instant, her mind swooned.
Some messy and disorderly episodes came thick and fast into her brain.
Inside a dingy dungeon, a pair of black eyes looked optimistically at her through a small window the size of a person's palm. He shouted repeatedly, "Qiaoqiao, Qiaoqiao, hang in there, don't die. Live on, you must live on! Live on together with me!"
"Brother Qing, living hurts so much. Brother Qing, I can't hang on any longer."
"No, you must persist and persevere. Qiaoqiao, Master has already gone and left me behind! You cannot die! You have to live on together with me. We will definitely survive, Qiaoqiao. There will be hope if we are alive."
The two people's gazes met from afar.
Duanmu Qing was startled in that instant, and his black eyes showed his puzzlement as he gazed deeply at Qiao Mu.
Suddenly, a bloody scene illuminated by red candles flickered before Qiao Mu's eyes.
