Even in the dark room without lights, he saw the fresh red seeping out from her fair skin...
The wooden flower bed on the hanging platform also fell down, and his first reaction was to protect the woman on the ground.
But it was already too late, the flower beds fell one after another, some shattered by his feet, some hit his shoulder, and one, accurately fell on Ziyan's head.
The woman, who had fallen and struggled to stand up time and again, now lay motionless amidst the chaos.
The pain that sprouted from his heart made Tang Shaosheng restless, was he feeling heartache for this woman?
Gritting his teeth, he shifted his gaze away from Ziyan, hardened his heart, the pity in his eyes once again replaced by indifference, gently brushed the mud off his shoulder, and then turned towards the bed head to pick up her phone.
He dialed Su Nian's number, then threw the phone beside Ziyan, in the quieted room, a "snap" sound was made.