"Jun Moyan will come to find me." Wen Xiao'ai glared at him angrily.
"I know, that's why I'm going to meet him right now. You stay here obediently."
"You're no match for him."
"Are you worried about me?" Nie Jiuque laughed.
Wen Xiao'ai turned her head to one side, refusing to look at him.
"I just don't want to see Jun Moyan killing indiscriminately for my sake."
Nie Jiuque's hand hanging by his side slowly clenched, as he looked at a face identical to Shang Ying's, constantly speaking heartless words to him, his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.
He gritted his teeth and turned to leave, his chaotic steps accelerating as if desperately fleeing from something he feared, extremely desolate.
He seemed to have been drained of all his strength, stumbling, struggling to move, almost falling several times.
One hand propped against a tree trunk, stabilizing himself just in time to prevent his body from collapsing.
