It doesn't matter anymore, at least she wasn't dead yet.
Wen Meimei struggled to open her eyes, but the dust and sand slipped into them, preventing her from opening them fully or seeing clearly what was happening in front of her. She could only smell the thick scent of smoke and dust, blended with a strange odor.
Finally, the ringing in her ears seemed to have stopped, and the world returned to its normal sounds.
"Ouch…"
"Help… Help…"
Some were groaning in pain, others were calling for help.
Wen Meimei's eyes finally managed to open. She focused, and in front of her was a magnified handsome face smeared with dirt and ash, eyes tightly closed, and the corners of his mouth stained with muddy blood traces, seemingly unconscious.
Buzz, buzz, buzz…
Wen Meimei's head exploded with pain once again.
Qiao King of Hell…
He had actually saved her at the most critical moment.
Why?
Why would he do that?