Yang Cheng let go of Yue Ying's hand and slapped his own face hard.
The sound of 'slap' was crisp in the silent night.
His strength was heavy, and a red handprint instantly appeared on his face. If an ordinary person took such a slap, it could knock their teeth out.
Just as he lifted his hand to hit himself again, Yue Ying grabbed his hand and sobbed, "Stop it! Knowing I'm heartbroken, you still hit yourself just to make me feel bad, right?"
"Yang Cheng! You bastard!"
"I'm sorry to you, but I have my reasons."
Feeling heartache, Yang Cheng tightly embraced Yue Ying, kissed her face, and absorbed all the tears.
Seeing Yue Ying finally calming down a bit, he then explained the situation about meeting Lai Zhongyao on the mountain, which required them to venture out at night to the mountain to get the Purifying Spirit Spring.
In fact, this trip uphill was truly life-threatening. If he hesitated even a little, Lai Zhongyao could have caught him.
