The endless, dazzling blooms of the night were reflected in her dark, somber eyes.
Her heart was a tumult of emotions; she grabbed Baili An by the collar, pressing her forehead against his chest. Though resentment and anger brewed within her, she couldn't utter a single word of reproach.
With trembling fingertips, she gently touched his blood-stained abdomen, not knowing that the touch was like a drop of water in hot oil, instantly making him seethe.
Baili An reacted like a cat scalded by hot tongs, sparks flying in an instant.
He didn't even notice that the person in his arms had changed. Baili An clutched Yun Rong's wrist in her sword dress, and before she could react, he closed in, seizing all her frantic breaths from between her lips.
Yun Rong didn't realize her situation was even more dangerous than poisoned Baili An's, unaware she was on the chopping block.
