บท 177: I Won't Be Gentle

Li Xueyue ran as if she was being chased by insidious spirits. She kept running and never stopped to catch her breath even when her lungs were about to collapse from exhaustion. She continued sprinting like her life depended on it. And halfway into the run, she had slipped the ring directly onto her finger. No one could take it away from her now. Not unless they yanked it from her. And she'd never let that happen. 

Finally, she took a glance backward, watching to see if Chenyang was running after her. 

In her daze, she roughly collided with one of the small tables near the hallway. Letting out a terrified yelp, she watched in horror as an expensive vase shook and slid off the table. 

"No!" she shouted, reaching over to catch it but her fingers merely grazed the painted porcelain. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion, from the vase tumbling off the table to a large hand that caught the vase seconds before it crashed onto the ground.