He held Shen Ningning so tightly she couldn't break free.
Mo Lingwei's eyes recognized only her. He clutched her like a precious treasure, refusing to let go and only pulling her tighter.
Shen Ningning's face paled.
"Mo Lingwei," she managed to say, "You're hurting me!"
Mo Lingwei finally snapped back to his senses and immediately let go. His crimson eyes scanned Shen Ningning from head to toe, making sure she wasn't hurt.
Amid the surrounding moonlight, flickering torches, and glinting swords, the young woman before him stood with her hair in disarray, her red lips slightly parted as she caught her breath.
The tearing pain in Mo Lingwei's mind began to subside, especially when he noticed a drop of blood that had, at some point, spattered onto Shen Ningning's cheek.
It stood out starkly against her flawless, porcelain-like skin.
He couldn't help but reach out, wanting to wipe it clean for her.
