Qin Yu's expression was ferocious, his pupils constricted, and cold sweat kept dripping down his forehead.
"Qin Yu..." Yan Ruoxue whispered.
Looking at Qin Yu's appearance, Yan Ruoxue felt her heart ache.
How much effort did he put in that he couldn't even get any peace when he was unconscious...
"What are you shouting for?" Someone walked over from the side.
"You can't fail? You're already a prisoner."
Qin Yu looked around, and the expression on his face gradually eased up.
"Qin Yu... are you okay?" Yan Ruoxue's weak voice entered Qin Yu's ears.
Qin Yu hurriedly got up. He grabbed the bars of the prison and looked at Yan Ruoxue.
"Ruoxue..." Qin Yu opened his mouth.
Yan Ruoxue's tears flowed down.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Yan Ruoxue shook her head as she wept.