Sacred Artefact

It appeared that the Countess had been shocked by what happened.

The young woman was clinging onto Chen Xiaolian, refusing to let go as she cried her heart out. At the moment, she was like a drowning person who had just found a life-saving straw.

Chen Xiaolian neither struggled nor pushed the young woman away. He raised his eyebrows and sighed, enduring the snot that the Countess was leaving upon his clothes.

After having cried for a moment, the Countess gradually lost the strength to continue and she slowly calmed down.

“It would be best for us to leave this place.” Chen Xiaolian cast a glance at her.

The Countess did not say anything. No matter how shrewd she was, she had only just recently turned 20. A scene as bloody and shocking as this was more than sufficient to break that shrewd and rational mind of hers.

“Get on the car.”

Chen Xiaolian pulled her up and helped her walk to the roadside.