The fingers she had resting on the bed began to tremble uncontrollably. She stood up from the bed, watching the doorknob that she had just locked gently twist. It was quickly flung open.
When she saw that silhouette, there was a resounding "buzz!" in her head, and she hurriedly ran over.
"Mingxing, what happened? You... how did you get hurt?"
Liu Mingxing looked utterly wretched at that moment. Not only was her hair a mess, a piece of her sleeve had been torn off by someone. Her face was covered in blue and purple bruises — if her pants were not neatly on her body, Meng Xi'er would surely think that she had been abused by someone.
Liu Mingxing spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground. Her throat was wounded and seeing Meng Xi'er, she was unable to speak. She grabbed Meng Xi'er's hand and let out a single word, "Go!"