Nangong Yu was indeed extremely beautiful, the most beautiful woman Su Han had seen thus far, aside from Liuu Qingyao.
Her beauty even surpassed that of Xiao Yuran and Xiao Yuhui.
Severely injured at the moment, Nangong Yu's pretty face was pale, and her soft body lay in Su Han's arms. She had not lost consciousness, with her eyes slightly open, the bright colors within were somewhat dim at this moment. Her pitiable appearance was enough to make any man's heart stir.
Nangong Yu didn't need to rely on anything else; her peerless beauty alone was enough to move all men.
"Are you alright?"
Su Han glanced at Nangong Yu and then quickly averted his gaze.
Even he had to admit that his heartbeat quickened when he made eye contact with Nangong Yu.
Su Han had lived for nearly a hundred million years, his state of mind was so profound that he could completely ignore and disregard beauty.
If he wished not to be moved, then no woman could stir his heart.
