“Yue Yue? Yue Yue?”


  In a daze, Sima You Yue felt someone pulling her hand. Little Seven’s anxious voice made her sober.

  She lowered her head and saw Little Seven’s worried face.

  “What happened?”


  Little Seven noticed Sima You Yue was awake. She let out a long breath. “It’s good that you came back to your senses. Just now, you were staring at the blood and pointed at it. The very next moment, you went in a daze. You wouldn’t snap out of it no matter how I called..