For the third time, Xiao Ran saved Yang Yi.
This time, Yang Yi truly couldn't repay her. Although he hadn't repaid her the last two times either, this time he really had no way of doing so.
All that intelligence, all that composure and strength—at this moment, Yang Yi's mind was in utter chaos. He felt as if his thoughts were completely scrambled.
When Yang Yi realized he should say something to Xiao Ran, to make her hold on, to stop her from falling into despair, he discovered that the hand Xiao Ran had been using to clutch his arm had already gone limp.
Xiao Ran's eyes had closed.
Yang Yi paused for a moment, then continued dragging Xiao Ran, pulling her into the nearby shop.
After putting Xiao Ran down, Yang Yi looked at her motionless form, turned around, and staggered outside, stumbling to Anton's side.
Anton's face was twisted in pain, yet he hadn't made a single sound.