Luo Xiao raised his head in shock, only to see Tong Ran standing at the staircase with a pale face.
The orange-yellow light shone down from above her head, making the pale yellow nightdress she wore appear soft and layered, her right hand still in the position of holding a glass.
The glass had fallen, shattered all over the ground.
A few pieces splattered onto Luo Xiao's face, and he couldn't control himself from calling out, "Xiao Ran..."
Tong Ran's face was as white as snow, she almost thought her ears and eyes were playing tricks on her, that what she had seen and heard was just a dream, "You..."
Luo Xiao's eyes were filled with unspeakable grief, Steward Zhou was beaten, his nose was bruised and swollen. Supporting his body, he looked at her, "Miss Tong..."
Tong Ran stood there alone, she opened her mouth, her throat inexplicably tasted blood, "You... What did you just say?"
Luo Xiao's brow furrowed tightly, his fists clenched as he stood up, "Xiao Ran..."
