"Mi Yao!" At that moment, a warm yet furiously angry voice sounded as Fan Nuo ran over.
Fan Nuo ran up and crouched down, quickly undoing his coat and draping it over her shivering body. He lifted his hand to check her little face, where a bright red slap mark was swelling prominently on her right cheek. His fingertips curled back in hesitation, for tears filled her face, and he did not dare to touch her. It seemed as if both his fingertips and his heart were burned by her tears.
"Huangfu Yueming, have you lost your mind?" Fan Nuo raised his eyes to stare at Huangfu Yueming.
The two men locked gazes, Huangfu Yueming seeing flames of fury and a fierce intent to kill burning in the eyes of this gentle man who, because of Mi Yao's injury, finally became enraged.
Huangfu Yueming also regained some sense of rationality. He thought, with Fan Nuo there to protect her, he could be at ease.
He snorted coldly and turned to leave.
