Wen Xiao'ai opened her eyes feebly and parted her lips, wanting to speak, but mouthfuls of blood rushed from her mouth, preventing her from saying a word.
Jun Moyan tightened his heart, embracing Wen Xiao'ai in his arms, frantically trying to wipe away the blood that continuously overflowed from the corners of her mouth.
But in his panic, he smeared her little face with blood.
"Xiaoguai..."
Tears fell silently, dropping one by one onto Wen Xiao'ai's face.
"Jun... Moyan..."
An ache throbbed in her chest cavity, Wen Xiao'ai struggled to breathe, and with each heaving gasp, large patches of blood spurted from the wound in her chest.
Jun Moyan hastily covered the wound on her chest with his hand, trying to block the blood for her, but the scalding blood seeped through his fingers, instantly dyeing his palm red.
"Ah..." A repressed cry of collapse escaped from Jun Moyan's throat.
