Inside the room, Xiaoxiao suddenly felt a quiet that was terribly unsettling, a nameless panic surging within her. Without thinking, she rushed out of the door and saw Wang Xiangxiang slumped next to the bathtub, and the bathwater stained red with blood.
Her tears burst forth from her eyes instantly. How could she be so foolish, she sobbed as she held her, "Wuwu, Sister Wang, how could you not see a way out, ah?"
At that time, Wang Xiangxiang had not yet lost consciousness. Gasping for breath, tears hanging in the corners of her eyes, she said weakly, "Xiaoxiao, I am tainted, I have no face to live in this world anymore."
So she hadn't died; she could still speak, there was still hope. Xiaoxiao quickly found a cloth from her body, and wrapped her wrist to stop the bleeding, terrified, her hands trembling continuously.
"Xiaoxiao, stop fussing, let me go," Wang Xiangxiang said, seeing Xiaoxiao's frantic state, tears streaming down her face, yet a fatalistic smile on her lips.
