She didn't want Mu Huaen holding her, but she hurt so much, so much, she couldn't push Mu Huaen away at all.
This Mu Huaen was still just as annoying, crying, what was she crying for, wasn't she just about to die? What was there to cry about.
Only, what a pity! Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that Ye Haoyang was no longer in the ruined temple, it seemed she wouldn't be able to see him one last time.
She knew Ye Haoyang had gone after that woman in white.
That woman in white… Mu Huarong lowered her head, dabbed some of the blood on her own chest, and started writing bit by bit on Mu Huaen's sleeve.
Only she never managed to finish, then her vision grew darker and darker, she suddenly grabbed Mu Huaen, and then, like a deflated ball, her whole body went limp and sagged down.
Yet her eyes were staring wide open; she died with her eyes open!
"Sister!!"
