There was only one figure, no one else.
Ye Anqi's mind buzzed, overwhelmed by a bad premonition.
She paled, her hands instinctively grasping the cabin door.
Why was there only Ya Shitian, where were the others...
Could it be they had killed Ya Shitian and then left?
The more Ye Anqi thought, the greater her fear grew.
She was even too scared to stand up straight.
The helicopter circled and slowly landed on the ground.
As soon as it stopped, Ye Anqi jumped out recklessly and ended up falling to the ground, unable to steady herself.
Several bodyguards hurried down to help her up.
"Miss Ye, are you alright?"
Ye Anqi pushed them away and rushed toward Ya Shitian—
As she ran, gasping for air, her fear kept magnifying.
Could history be repeating itself?
Had tragedy struck again?
Ye Anqi saw Ya Shitian in the distance, saw the large patches of fresh blood on his white shirt.
The scene suddenly became blurred.