"Alright."
Luo Xiuhui revealed a smile and said to Qin Wei, "Let's go downstairs."
Qin Wei nodded, cautiously carrying Qin Youxue on his back as he descended the stairs.
It was the dead of night, eerily quiet.
Qin Wei stood at the doorway, signaling Luo Xiuhui to open the door.
Luo Xiuhui stepped forward and opened the door, letting Qin Wei step through first. Qin Wei, hunched over, carefully carried Qin Youxue out the door.
"Ah!!"
Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his neck, making Qin Wei cry out loudly. His grip weakened instantly, and the seemingly unconscious Qin Youxue suddenly extended her arms, shoving him forward forcefully—sending Qin Wei sprawling face-down onto the ground!
Qin Wei clutched his neck, groaning in pain, still unable to process what had happened. Before he could react, Qin Youxue had already dashed past him, running outside and vanishing into the night.
