"Shanshan!" He cried out in alarm and rushed to the door. At once, he saw Shanshan lying flat on the floor directly opposite the doorway, her chest rising and falling rapidly. There was a candlestick sticking out of her chest. The candle in the holder had been thrown aside, the sharp end of the holder had been thrust into her chest.
Shanshan gripped the candlestick with both hands. Her eyes were opened wide and she kept taking deep breaths, but blood kept gurgling out of the corner of her mouth.
The boy felt as if his heart had been stabbed! Especially when he saw Shanshan's miserable appearance. He was both vexed and heartbroken. He walked to her side, but he was at a loss, unsure if he should touch her.
"Shanshan, what happened?"