Zhou Jin watched as she closed her eyes, and although he had been running, suddenly he came to a screeching halt as if he had hit the brakes, so abruptly, "Li Qian Rui? Li Qian Rui!"
He shook her body forcefully.
The woman's delicate white hand fell limply.
He knitted his handsome brows together, breathing deeply, but the more he breathed, the more suffocated he felt. What was wrong with him? It was as if a large hand had fiercely grasped his heart and then ripped it out; his heart felt as though it had been excised, leaving behind only a hollow and acute pain.
Looking down at the woman in his arms, her complexion pallid and cheek marked with a bright red handprint, she was no longer the arrogant, overbearing princess of before, but rather a pitiful little cat that seemed to have been bullied.
