Running and running, sweat soaked her entire body, clinging to her like glue.
Her eyes were blurred by sweat droplets, she instinctively used the back of her hand to wipe them away.
As soon as she did, a sharp pain surged from the back of her hand!
Song Anqi lifted her hands and only then noticed they were covered in scars, mostly scratched by thorny vines, the bloody marks were shocking.
With the salty sweat stinging her wounds, Song Anqi felt like crying but had no tears.
But who could she blame? She had chosen this path herself back then, no wonder now with her identity exposed, Yan Zhengxiong wanted to take her life!
Song Anqi was utterly exhausted, not knowing how long she had been running, it felt like a long century.
Until her very last bit of strength was depleted, she leaned against a large tree, gasping for air.
She had been solely focused on running forward, never checking if the person chasing her had caught up.
