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Nuohan staggered through the crowd and looked at her sister lying on the ground. Her eye circles suddenly turned red. The sour feeling in her nose made her unable to control her tear ducts. The bright red flowing on the ground in her eyes also became blurry... "Sister!" Nuohan used all his strength to rush to his sister's side and knelt down. He gently held his sister in his arms with one hand, and covered the bleeding hole on her forehead with a trembling hand. "Who did this?!" Nuohan roared angrily at the crowd watching around him. The gradually weaker breathing coming from his arms turned his roar into a plea. "Please... Can you help me call 120? I, I don't have a mobile phone... My sister... She may not be able to survive..." People around are like swarms of ants lining the office, but it is as quiet as a deserted wilderness... Either with a cold look, or worry, or ridicule, or resentment, The soft sigh was like a breeze, blowing through the plain night without a single star. After just one plea, Nuohan became silent in despair, biting the siren of the ambulance that was waiting for it. She watched her sister being carried into the car by the medical staff, staggered over the blood on the ground and followed her, and sat next to her. The ambulances slowly closed, blocking the crowd from the outside. Nuohan held her sister's hand with both hands, pressed her forehead tightly against the already cold fingers, and groaned in pain... "I'm sorry... Yimin, I can't hold it anymore..." "Forgive me."