Ann was lying on the bottom shelf with her clothes torn to shreds. One side of her cheek was swollen, a trace of blood oozed from the corner of her mouth, her lips were horribly white and her eyes closed.

Brandon, feeling nervous, crouched down and carefully carried her out.

He patted her face in panic, "Ann, how are you? Ann......"

Ann’s eyelids were heavy. Everything she could see was double. She couldn't hear it very clearly.

Who is it?

Who is holding her? The figure seems familiar.

With an effort to blink, she finally saw the outline of Brandon's face. After that, she could no longer resist the exhaustion...