Xu Weilai couldn't escape Gu Shuang's restraining grip—she could only subconsciously close her eyes and wait for the blow to come. However, the pain she was expecting never arrived on her face, and after a couple of seconds, her full eyelashes trembled as she slowly opened her eyes.
She observed the scene before her eyes: Gu Xue's hand was frozen beside her face, and it was being held down by a larger hand, which was wrapped around Gu Xue's slim wrist. The veins of the larger hand were popping out slightly with the force it was squeezing with.
In a daze, her eyes slowly followed the hand all the way up the arm until she saw Gu Yu standing there, his figure illuminated in the moonlight like a deity that had just arrived in the mortal world in a silver glow. He looked breathtakingly beautiful and elegant.
