Han Moze saw Liu Rushuang's beautiful little face full of worry and turned to look at Nangong Ba, whose body looked evidently tensed up.
"Even if there's a way, you needn't be the one to save him. Let's head back," Han Moze couldn't help but grunt coldly.
Then, without a second thought, he turned his heel and stepped out of the pavilion.
Liu Rushuang immediately pulled on Han Moze's collar and smiled. "So you're saying there's a way? Hurry up and spill the beans! How can he be healed?"
Once again, Han Moze's face looked slightly eerier and he came to a stop. "Why do you want to save him? Don't tell me that you like him?" He asked with his head down in a cold voice.
