C816 A Weak Aura
The wound on Qing Zhi's chest hadn't stopped bleeding, staining her clothes a deep red—a grim indicator to Rohan that she should have been dead, given the knife had pierced her heart, a fatal spot.
Yet, her faint breaths and the stubborn heartbeat that had fought to resume told Rohan she was still clinging to life.
With a mix of doubt and urgency, he reached out and felt her neck