Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio
"Wen Li, come back…" Xu Xinrou cried.
Yet no matter how much she called out, Wen Li never turned back.
The door of the elevator closed just as Xu Xinrou got to it, and she could only take the stairs
Yet because she tried to run down the stairs, she slipped and fell down.
The stairs at the hospital were much higher than the ring shop. Xu Xinrou fell down the stairs like a sack of beans.
She hit the wall, bounced off of it and roll down another floor.
When she finally stopped, her head was bleeding, dying the stairs and her body with blood.
She did not faint from it, but she could feel the pain throughout her body and couldn't move.
"Help… help…" Xu Xinrou shouted weakly.
Before she could even react, a group of reporters rushed out from nowhere and snapped pictures of her.