"Ye Qian!" I raised my voice and called out to her.
Ye Qian turned around to look at me. Her gaze made me involuntarily take a step back.
Ye Qian knelt in front of me.
I was so frightened that I took another big step back. "What are you doing? Ye Qian, get up quickly."
I went forward to help Ye Qian up. I didn't care about the blood on my hands.
My wound had already healed, and the faint golden blood was left in my palm. However, cousin Mo's blood was fresh. It did not coagulate, nor did it dry up.
Ye Qian knelt. "Nanxing, please, save Tong Mo. If you do, I will be at your beck and call for this life and the next."
I pulled her up. "I'll save him. How can I not? You have to get up and tell me what's wrong with him first? Or else how can I do anything?"
Ye Qian didn't move at all.