He clutched his chest with his right hand, his clothes long since stained red with blood.
His other hand was braced against a nearby tree trunk, knuckles white.
He lifted his head and looked into Chu Jing's eyes.
'Did she come all this way just to save me?'
'No!'
'Impossible!'
'This female beast is scheming and ruthless. Why would she possibly risk her life to save someone?'
'In the past, the person she hated most was the one right in front of her—the guy who "stole her Male Beast."'
'But...'
'That vine just now was definitely aimed at someone else.'
'Did she really, truly just stand up for me?'
In that moment, Xuyue's heart felt as if it were being torn apart by two invisible figures—prejudice from the past on one side, and the changes of the present on the other.
Chu Jing stood to the side, watching coldly, her expression unreadable.
Not far away, Du Nan wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, steadied herself, and spoke with surprising composure.
