Qin Liuxi's face twitched slightly. It seemed she didn't care at all about Qin Bohong's life or death.
"He's fine, you don't need to worry. I'll be right back." Qin Liuxi tugged at the corner of her mouth and quickly disappeared.
Seeing Qin Liuxi again, Mrs. Wang was overjoyed, and even the pain in her body felt less severe. But seeing the snowflakes suddenly start to fall from the sky, and hearing the wailing in the distance, she was a bit worried and sighed long and deep.
Natural disasters were frequent, and the earthquake would certainly cause a lot of casualties. It's feared that there would be many voices among the people demanding the Saint to issue a self-condemnation edict.
Qin Liuxi quickly returned, carrying the unconscious Qin Bohong, whose face was covered in blood and whose hand was twisted. Mrs. Wang was startled: "Is it a head injury?"
