The little white rabbit was shot through from the abdomen, its crimson blood staining its white fur, an image even more tragic than the spotted deer's.
"Miss Qin, will you save this little rabbit or not?" Yan Wanqing asked with a hint of a smile, her gaze calmly settling on Qin Erya.
She saw a flash of panic in the latter's eyes, which quickly dissipated.
Qin Erya walked over to the side of the guard, and just as she extended her hand, the little rabbit kicked its legs and died on the spot.
The group of ladies let out a gasp of shock.
"...It's truly a pity," Qin Erya sighed softly.
"Indeed a pity," she died at just the right time.
Yan Wanqing shook her head somewhat regretfully; if the rabbit had died later, perhaps she could have seen what action this disciple of Qin Jun, Qin Erya, would take.
It was a pity, the rabbit was dead.
But the spotted deer was still alive.
