Freed from the Scarred Man's grip, Ji Wei's body could no longer hold itself upright, and she weakly slid to the ground.
Mo Qian rushed forward, catching her in his arms before she collapsed.
Seeing her drenched in blood, even her face covered in gory stains, Mo Qian's chest tightened with an unbearable ache, his eyes tinged with a deep red.
"Ji Wei, I'm sorry. I came too late. I'm so sorry..."
Overwhelmed with heartache, Mo Qian held the woman tightly in his arms, his voice soft and low.
"You... came..."
Ji Wei strained to maintain a shred of clarity. Upon recognizing the man holding her, her lips twitched into a faint smile.
"Yes, I've come. It's alright now. It's all over..."
Mo Qian's hoarse voice trembled with emotion, a faint sob stuck in his throat.
"I... didn't lose..."
Ji Wei struggled to force out a few words, but before she could finish, her vision turned black, and she fell unconscious.
