Staring at the wound on the tip of Yu Yan's lower lip, Feng Yun took his hand away and quickly stood up; forcefully pulling his own body out of the room into the balcony.
That unknown feeling, I don't even want to find out what it is but if it persists, how can I stop?
The air touching his skin is cold but Feng Yun's blood is still boiling like a magma coursing all over his body.
Feng Yun clenched his fist making his nails dig into his palm. Blood started oozing out of his hands, dripping to the ground.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Releasing a strong force towards his body. Trying to calm his blood that seems to be rushing like water all over his veins.
When Feng Yun opened his eyes, his pupils changed back from scarlet red to black.
He looked at the night sky, moonlight shining on his face, revealing a cold but empty expression.
