Left For Dead
"Tch…!" I turned around and tried to run, knowing we were outmatched, but Zhao Xiuying would not move.
"Xiuying!" I called out, tugging on her slender, pale arm. "Listen to me—I know what that feeling is like… but we have to go. Now!"
"Butler… m-mother… father…" She whispered, voice as frail as an old ghost and eyes as dead as a corpse. She was usually already expressionless enough, but this only made it worse. If her butler had fallen like that, then her parents, who were presumably still in that house, were next in line.
"Tch… you leave me no choice."
Gritting my teeth, I struck the back of her neck with my hand, knocking her out cold, then picked her up on my back and began running.
Ran, ran, ran.
For there was no turning back. Not after this.