Watching as the little girl was about to pounce in front of Chen Ping.
Meigu's angry and helpless roar echoed in the ears...
Chen Ping moved.
He took a step forward to meet her.
His hands seemed to be both embracing and intercepting.
Meigu quietly slowed her pace.
Zhuang Hongyi, on the carriage shaft, with a red robe fluttering in the wind, displayed a more mocking smile at the corner of her mouth.
"Pff..."
A sliver of a snow-bright blade suddenly flashed by.
The tip of the blade protruded from behind the little girl's heart.
Everyone's expressions froze.
Especially the little girl who was running, her face first filled with joy, then pain, then astonishment, and finally despair.
Her small face in an instant displayed countless expressions.
Even the most acclaimed actor would have to concede defeat in front of her.
"Why...?"
The little girl raised her head, wanting to ask why, yet she could never figure out where her flaw lay.
