The little girl was about to pounce on Chen Ping.
Mei Gu's angry and helpless roar rang in their ears…
Chen Ping moved.
He rushed forward first.
His arms moved as if to embrace her.
Mei Gu subtly slowed her pace.
Zhuang Hongyi, her red robe fluttering in the wind on the carriage shaft, wore a cold smile that appeared even more mocking.
"Pfft…"
A gleaming blade suddenly flashed.
A blade tip pierced through the little girl's back.
Everyone froze.
Especially the little girl running; her face first showed joy, then pain, then astonishment, and finally despair.
A thousand expressions shifted across her small face in an instant.
Even the most powerful actor would have to admit defeat before her.
"Why...why?"
The little girl looked up, wanting to know the answer, unable to pinpoint
