Just when everyone thought the dust had settled, Zhou Qilan suddenly collapsed. She curled up on the floor, clutching her stomach. In an instant, her forehead was drenched in sweat, and her entire face turned deathly pale, even her lips drained of color.
Crimson blood began to spread across the floor.
Xi Mingzhou’s cold, stern expression cracked. He hurried forward, wanting to grab Zhou Qilan’s shoulders, but he froze the moment he touched her. The faint fluttering sensation coming from Zhou Qilan’s abdomen struck him like a bolt of lightning.
Chapter 91