Xiao Chen's words weren't finished, as he paused for a moment when he saw Lan Yue in front of him.
Lan Yue was tortured by pain to the point where she dared not breathe forcefully, nor did she have the strength to ask Xiao Chen what had happened that made him look at her with such surprise.
She could only breathe and constantly let out screams from her open mouth.
The whole person seemed to be in purgatory, yet she did not regret it.
If she weren't suffering from such torment, the one enduring this pain at this moment would be Xiao Chen.
How could she bear it; how could she bear to let it happen.
Xiao Chen quickly came to his senses and hurriedly helped her up, wanting to help her sit up against him, but Lan Yue suddenly saw her left hand.
At that moment, her left hand seemed completely dehydrated and shriveled, wrinkled like dry tree bark, resembling a mummified corpse burned and dehydrated.
