A loud thud echoed in the hot spring. An ear scraping cry followed after, tearing through the air like a blade.
Mira screamed. A loud shout after the other as an agonising pain shot through every single part of her body.
Ming Tao's heart stopped beating. He scrambled to the end of the detached part of the spring and looked down.
Blood. Lots of blood. It spilled out onto the concrete floor of the hot spring from the being who looked lifelessly clung to it. Ming Tao's body trembled and his eyes widened in terror.
His breath quickened, one heavy breath after another as he panicked. This was not what he had it mind at all. This was far from it. He never wanted her to get hurt. He never wanted her to choose to save all three of them at a risk of her own life.
