C124 What Luck

A few seconds later, the petite figure fell into his arms. Her handsome face was unusually pale, and there was blood flowing out of the corner of her mouth. Her fiery-red dress had long been soaked in blood.

Her clear eyes had no impurities at all. She looked at Ling Dao quietly.

The dripping blood dyed the flowers and grass around her red. The morning sun rose and illuminated the world