Yan Song was shocked, swiftly moving to the window, grabbing Yun Ya into his arms. The wound on her arm was bleeding outward, staining everything around, making her look even more fragile.
Yan Song punched the ground fiercely, having noticed some movement from the troops. He had just stepped away for a moment, not expecting anything to happen; at this moment, he wished he could kill himself.
Yun Ya's consciousness was gradually fading. She suddenly grabbed his hand, rubbing against him like a greedy little cat, "So comfortable..." His body was refreshingly cool, soothing her feverish heat, and it felt so good to lean against him.
Yan Song saw her face abnormally flushed, holding her shoulders tightly, and shouted, "Yun Ya, wake up."
Yun Ya smiled, her gaze dreamy, "Brother Yan... I'm dreaming again...."
Yan Song held her tightly in his arms, wishing he could merge her into his very bones, "I'm sorry...."
