Cheng Weiyue's life had been clean; she had never seen the underside of this world.
Nor could she have imagined that today, she'd witness someone die so silently right in front of her.
She was unable to react for a moment, until Zhao Hanchen forcefully opened the car door, and only then did she come to her senses, curling up in the seat.
Zhao Hanchen frowned as he glanced at Gu Lanshan's unsightly corpse, feeling nothing but disgust.
He reined in his emotions, being as careful as he'd never been before in his life.
With the gentlest tone he could muster, he said, "Yueyue, don't be afraid, I'll take you away, okay?"
Cheng Weiyue's mind was blank, and she couldn't hear Zhao Hanchen speaking at all.
Her fragility was extreme, and Zhao Hanchen bent down to carry her out, knowing her emotions had been affected and not hoping for any response.
But just as he took the first step holding Cheng Weiyue, he heard the girl in his arms say in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "Jingwei..."