"Someone, someone, please come..."
Watching Ma Xiaoqiong on the verge of death, Long Linger was overwhelmed with anxiety, desperately pounding on the iron bars with her hands, but no matter how much she screamed, no one came in to answer her.
She was filled with immense regret now. If she hadn't acted impulsively back then and had listened to Yeh Huang and obediently followed him, none of this would have happened, and Ma Xiaoqiong wouldn't have to die...
But at this moment, regret was useless; she could only hope that Yeh Huang would suddenly appear, as he always did in her times of trouble, to help her solve all her problems.
However, it was clear that such a thought was unrealistic now because before, they were together, but now, Yeh Huang had probably been angered by her and would never return.
Her throat was hoarse from shouting, yet still, no one responded.
