He threw himself in front of her.
The sharp knife, unable to halt its momentum, plunged into his body...
A spray of hot blood nearly splattered on her face.
Yan Xixi's eyes flew open. Staring in disbelief, she instinctively rushed toward him, her voice trembling violently, "Xiaojue... Xiaojue..."
Countless people rushed forward.
The music stopped, all the lights flashed on, and countless people screamed. Zhou Ting stared, her face deathly pale. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.
"Help... someone, quickly!"
Blood gushed from Huang Xiaojue's left chest, soaking his white shirt. He swayed, on the verge of collapse. Meanwhile, several security guards had already firmly subdued Wang Xiaohao, the knife-wielder.
An ambulance arrived, sirens wailing.
Yan Xixi had no idea how she had made it to the hospital.
The doors to the emergency room opened and closed, then opened and closed again...
