Mu Haiyun's heart tightened suddenly, and she almost instinctively closed her eyes.
The next moment, her body flew out like a kite with a broken string.
With a thud, she fell onto the planter beside her, her forehead hitting the edge, and blood instantly streamed down her delicate, pale cheek.
The white dress was soon stained with a few crimson spots, looking like suddenly blooming roses in the night, seductive and bewitching.
Mu Haiyun, lying by the planter, was in so much pain that she almost screamed but suddenly covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes filled with terror as she saw Shen Tiancheng approaching step by step, looking down on her.
Her body instinctively edged back, but there was nowhere to retreat with the planter behind her.
Watching Shen Tiancheng's approach, the disheveled Mu Haiyun trembled all over, the fear in her eyes intensifying.
"Don't... don't come closer!"
Her gentle voice trembled uncontrollably, just like her body.
