"Are you okay?"

Qin Xuan hurriedly rushed to the pond, looking at Zhan Junyao's snow-white body lying weakly on the water's surface, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth, her pupils unfocused.

He quickly took a white shirt from his personal backpack, wrapped it around her alluring, tender body, and carried her out of the pond.

"Qin Xuan!"