"Xiu Ying... you... you," I said as Xiu Ying held a rifle in her hand.
Her face was nonchalant but her eyes were filled with fear and guilt.
I could only pray she was forced to.
"Come on, drag your little friend away," Yu Yan smirked as she stabbed a syringe into me. Weariness engulfed me and I heard Xiu Ying mutter, "I'll find a way to save you and me, don't worry,"
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