Luo Xiao staggered back in pain, and Mo Nanjue snatched Tong Ran from his arms. The man's thin lips pressed together, and before he could speak, his eyes caught sight of a large, glaring bloodstain on her dress.
His gaze suddenly darkened, and the hand around her waist tightened, "What happened?!"
The person in his arms remained motionless as Mo Nanjue felt his heart begin to tremble. He had to admit he was scared, and without caring for anything else, he picked her up and headed outside, calling her name as he went, "Tong Ran!"
"Wait!" Luo Xiao reached out and grabbed Mo Nanjue's arm, taking a few steps forward. Although there was tension in his eyes, there was a noticeable release of worry, "Mo Nanjue, she's already had a miscarriage."
