Shen Hua's sight darkened completely as the cloak covered her eyes.
She immediately raised her hand to pull it off.
"If you move again, you might just roll off."
The man carried her, stepping steadily down the stairs, his faint voice coming from above.
Shen Hua, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, instinctively instructed, "Then be careful."
She remembered, in Fengzhou, how a girl had accidentally fallen from the second floor during a quarrel, her face covered in sticky blood, not only disfigured but also breaking several bones. Even to this day, she limped when walking, and no family would dare to take her in.
She had seen it with her own eyes and was scared enough to have nightmares for several nights.
At that time, she thought.
—Why wasn't it Zhou Zhizhi, that Little White Lotus who fell! What a pity.
For this, she still felt some fear, and she didn't forget to threaten, "Dare to drop me, my brother will never let you off even as a ghost."
