Transmigration: I Have Storage Space in the Apocalypse

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Upon closer inspection, the girl wasn’t very old, but she was dressed quite nicely. Most importantly, the small face that showed was fair and delicate, clearly indicating that her family must be wealthy.

Yan Jinsu didn’t even need to think to understand that if she dared to treat her savior this way, it must be because she either had a leverage over the other party, or her family was in the other party’s hands—

But what did that have to do with her, Yan Jinsu?

Therefore, seeing her lying on the ground without any awareness and thinking of Ma Shan’s neat karate chop and strong grip, Yan Jinsu used a small dagger to lift the hair from her face, seeing clearly her entire tender visage.

Her fair skin was now pale as ash, with dark circles under her eyes, swollen eyelids, and her hair was a filthy mess as if she had rolled in the mud and snow, adding to the fact that the hostage girl had lost too much blood, her little appearance was truly pitiful...

Yan Jinsu harshly sliced into her delicate arm with the dagger, a sharp ’hiss’ sound—that was the noise of the dagger piercing the skin—and a cut was easily added to her arm, immediately staining her pink cotton-padded jacket with blood.

Immediately, she heard the girl’s muffled groans and gasps, as if tortured by the pain, her eyebrows tightly furrowed, her pale green face whitened even more, and she abruptly opened her eyes. The pain made her instinctively scream, "Ah," and then, covering her wounded arm, she met Yan Jinsu’s cold apricot eyes with terror.