Li Yeqi rose from the ground and, seeing Yan Luoxi crying in distress not far away, quickly walked over, took the child from her arms, handed it to Lai Erhu's wife, and then tenderly lifted her up.
He didn't care if his bloodied clothes would stain her costume as he softly said, "Xixi, don't cry, it was just a play, the play is over now, don't cry."
Yan Luoxi was overwhelmed with sorrow; though she was outside the play, her entire consciousness was still lingering within it, unable to differentiate reality from the performance. She cried, clawing at his clothes, "What do we do, there's so much blood, what do we do?"
The surrounding onlookers were all stunned; everyone knew those were just props, not real blood flowing from Li Yeqi. Yet, the panic and sorrow on Yan Luoxi's face made it seem as if Li Yeqi had really been shot multiple times.
People exchanged glances with each other, suddenly too afraid to make a sound.
