C64 Pain and Hatred of the Synovial Fetus
When Ann Zeya saw Ann Mo lying on the ground, there was no longer any trace of blood on Ann Mo's face. Her rosy lips, which had lost too much blood, started to turn white as well.
"Mo'er!" "Mo'er!"
Ann Zeya yelled at the top of her lungs. Ann Mo was on the verge of fainting.
Ann Mo looked at Ann Zeya in front of her and said weakly, "Second sister … Second sister... Save me..