'But what is she really after?'
Mo Yuan's eyes were dark and uncertain as he tried to read something from Song Wanning's expression.
But he couldn't see anything at all.
The pursuers behind them were closing in. Annoyed that pulling him along was slowing her down, Song Wanning suddenly swept him up into her arms.
In an instant, a faint fragrance filled his senses.
Mo Yuan instantly froze, his mind going blank for a moment.
'She... she actually...'
'But with all my bones shattered, she had no other choice...'
Mo Yuan's mind calmed. His vision was completely obscured by black fabric; he could see nothing but darkness.
Carrying him, Song Wanning shot through the air, fleeing for their lives at top speed. His body was jostled with her every movement.
But gradually... he started to feel an unexpected sense of security.
It was a feeling he had forgotten for a very, very long time.
