Ye Xuan quickly gathered his strength, frantically operating his mental method to dispel the injuries within his body, stepping forward towards Wang Chaoyang.
"Black Emperor, is it worth it for this woman? Why put yourself through such torment..."
Natasha's beautiful eyes welled up with tears, her tears scattered, both angry and heartbroken as she looked at his departing figure, murmuring to herself.
When Ye Xuan was gravely injured, lying on a hospital bed, she held back her tears, but now she wept!
On one hand, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken for Ye Xuan, on the other, she felt sad for herself! Because everything Ye Xuan was doing at this moment was for another woman, not her.
Ye Xuan's steps were slow yet firm, stopping only when he was seven or eight meters in front of Wang Chaoyang, staring at him with indifferent eyes, and shouted in a deep voice: "Old man, come on!"
