Gu Beichuan, who was knocked to the ground beside, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and looked jokingly at Xing Chen's cautious appearance, sneering.
"The high and mighty Young Master Xing, don't tell me you still want my worn-out shoes? Hahaha!"
He hadn't actually touched Ran Xiangsi, he couldn't bear to touch her.
But seeing Xing Chen so anxious about her at this moment, he suddenly wanted to make such a joke.
If Xing Chen knew that Ran Xiangsi was no longer pure, would he... still want her?
When Xing Chen heard the words "worn-out shoes", his movements of holding Ran Xiangsi suddenly paused!
He lowered his eyes to look at her in his arms, barely alive, with a bruise at the corner of her mouth, one cheek swelling high, hair disheveled, and her clothes... barely covering her body.
He was late, he... didn't protect her!
Painful remorse and self-reproach poured in overwhelmingly, wave after wave crashing against Xing Chen's sanity.
