Translator: Pika

  “There has to be a way out of this. There must be!” appeased Zu An in agitation, almost as if he was trying to convince himself of it too.

  By this point, Qiao Xueying had already completely lost her consciousness. Her hand was still clutching tightly to his collar, as if this was the only way she could faint in peace.

  Every time Zu An felt that Shi Lezhi was coming close, he would immediately turn around and shout ‘Whatcha staring at?’, to which, Shi L..