"Young master!" The old butler called out, "Are you alright?"
Gu Moqian moved in the darkness, the light from the hallway spilling into the study's doorway, outlining the broad and tall silhouette of the man.
"I'm fine," he replied calmly, striding toward the corner of the bookshelf where Ji Wei was hiding.
Gu Moqian reached out and tightly grasped Ji Wei's slender wrist, pulling her out.
"Tom, take care of things here," he said to the old butler.
Stepping out of the dim study, Ji Wei's eyes took a moment to adjust to the bright light.
The man's pace was hurried, so fast that she could barely keep up.
The sleeve of Gu Moqian's white shirt was stained with blood, and the hand gripping hers had fresh blood seeping out. Ji Wei exclaimed in shock, "Mo Qian, you're hurt?!"
Gu Moqian's face was cold, and he did not halt his steps.
"Mo Qian, let me see your wound," Ji Wei tried to free her hand, but Gu Moqian's grip was strong, and she couldn't break loose.
