The Consort of the R

A single, painted hand shot out from the ground, grabbing onto the ankle with a desperate force, as if grasping at a lifeline. A shattering sound echoed, followed by a frantic cry: "Save me... save me...",Footsteps approached, and she lowered her hands. Shi Wei Xue stood on the corridor outside the window, half of her face concealed by a veil. Her large almond eyes were filled with concern as she gestured with both hands: "Are you alright",Lan You was at her wit's end. She turned her head and glared at the person lounging lazily in a chair: "Can you please stop eating melon seeds"。