Thump, thump.
Shao Zifeng's mind went blank, and the sounds around him became very distant; he could only hear his own heartbeat.
A warm liquid slowly trickled down his face, Shao Zifeng's whole body felt numb, his blood seemed to stop flowing, and the suffocating feeling made it hard for him to breathe.
"Meow—"
Qiqi's tiny body traced a parabola in the air, heavily crashing to the ground and rolling backward until it finally came to a halt against the city wall.
She lay silently in a pool of blood, her white fur quickly turning red as fresh, scarlet blood flowed from beneath her body, spreading through the crevices of the cobblestones.
"Qiqi!"
Shao Zifeng suddenly came to his senses, nearly collapsing to the ground as his legs gave out. He staggered toward Qiqi, supporting himself with his hands on the ground.
"Qiqi... Qiqi." Shao Zifeng, with a panicked expression, reached out to hold her, but the sight of her appalling injuries made him afraid to touch her carelessly.
