The sudden reversal in the battle outcome greatly surprised Lucy; by the time she collected her wits, the monster was already dead.
"Ling..."
Just as she was about to call out, she saw Ling Mo impatiently walking towards Ye Lian.
"Girl, are you alright?"
Ling Mo grabbed Ye Lian's outstretched hand and pulled her into his embrace.
Under the tactical flashlight's beam, Ling Mo's expression looked as if, at a critical moment, he had caught a fragile treasure about to hit the floor...
As for Ye Lian, she lay dazedly on Ling Mo's shoulder, slowly reaching out her hand to touch Ling Mo's hair: "I'm not... not hurt..."
Lucy stared blankly for a while, suddenly becoming aware of the blood on her forehead dribbling down and obscuring her vision.
She closed her eyes and wiped at it, but couldn't help recalling the image of Ling Mo on top of her, blocking the fragments...
