Blood obscured Ni Qianjun's vision, and only with great difficulty could he make out the figure not far away, as well as the caring affection twinkling in Yue Jinghua's eyes.
That very person he pined for day and night, whom he didn't even fear death for.
Joy, astonishment, frustration, and unwillingness—all sorts of complex emotions flitted across Ni Qianjun's eyes in that moment.
Why is it that every time he was at his most wretched, she would always witness it?
Ni Qianjun lowered his head, hiding his self-reproach and shame deep in his eyes.
"I have to save him," Yue Jinghua said, her heart aching at the sight of Ni Qianjun's condition.
Feng Buhui had once told her that Ni Qianjun, out of frustration for being powerless during the last incident in the Dan Demon Tomb, insisted on going out for trials.
