C90 Cry for Help

"No — —" Xia Zhaoyu knelt on the ground and covered her face with her hands. Tears and blood mixed together to blur her facial features. She was no longer the scholarly woman that stood in the distance, smiling.

Suddenly, she heard the sound of the door being pushed open. Xia Zhaoyu thought that Xiao Yu didn't have the heart to see her in such dire straits