Everything happened too fast. Before Qiao Anhao had time to process the situation, someone flew in from the side, shielding her. Due to the force, she stumbled backwards, her waist bumping into the basin. She frowned as a sharp pain spread through her. Just then, she heard the piercing of flesh and the drop of blood on the floor.
At that instant, the world stopped.
Qiao Anhao didn't turn to look at the person in front of her, but she could recognize the familiar scent.
She looked past Qiao Anxia's shoulder to stare at Han Ruchu.
Fresh blood splattered everywhere, staining the white mask she wore with big blotches of blood.
It was a frightening sight.
Qiao Anhao's eyes widened, and her lips trembled. Slowly, she turned to look at Qiao Anxia, her face pale, breathing unstable.
She opened her mouth several times, before forcing out a single word, "Sis..."