"You're injured!" Luo Anning frowned as she grabbed his abnormally stiff arm.
Who is Du Xiaoran?
He's a clean, suave and refined gentleman who would always exude a fresh, minty scent. Yet, he was now covered in blood.
He actually decided to devote himself to the horrifying organization that he used to shun like the plague, all for her sake…
For him, Luo Anning was more like one of his regrets. The pure relationship that they had was a memory that neither of them wanted to mention.
"Do you still care if I'm hurt or not?" Du Xiaoran asked in a self-deprecating tone as he turned stiff.
She refused to even detest him. Does she really plan to remove him from her heart completely?
Did she really fall in love with Rong Yan?
At the thought of this, Du Xiaoran's heart wrenched up and he was overwhelmed with pain that radiated through his limbs and he seemed to be on the verge of losing all his energy.
