No one can answer this question.
They can also imagine the torment that Xiao Qiao endured; anesthetics have never worked on her, and she was just dug out of the bullets. Such pain, such torment she could tolerate, she wouldn't know how many times she had endured it, but what about the changes in her body? The sound of her screaming in the chapel, vivid in memory, if it weren't for the extreme pain, how could Xiao Qiao have made such a sound.
She is the kind of person who faces the mountain of blades and sea of flames without changing her expression.
Lu Xiaojiu and Qiao Xia had no way to make a decision, and simultaneously looked at Wesley.
They were already married.
The one most able to make a decision was Wesley.
"Save her!" Wesley said, "Do your best to save her."
Qiao Xia cried like rain, unable to make a sound, Mu Liang held her in his arms, patting her shoulder, soothing her grief, he didn't know how to comfort her.
What Xiao Qiao was enduring was indeed inhuman torment.
