I frowned and tugged, but his grip was iron-like despite how injured he looked. I inhaled sharply, then pried his fingers off one by one. When I finally freed myself, I noticed the red marks blooming across my skin.
I rubbed the area lightly, unable to stop the irritation that pricked at me—not pain… just the memory of who he was, and what he meant to my past.
My gaze drifted back to him as the crew lifted his limp body and carried him toward the car. The sight of him—bloodied, unconscious, and yet still affecting my peace—made something sour twist in my chest.
Yun Si gently touched my elbow. "Let's go."
We excused ourselves from the rest of the team, got into our car, and began following the van that carried Mo Yuzhen to the hospital.
If it had been anyone else, I would've gone out of simple decency.
But Mo Yuzhen?
If it were up to me, I would've turned around and gone home without a second thought.
