Yuan Yao's heart ached terribly seeing the indifferent young man covered in blood.
She could not imagine what kind of battle Ning Fan had faced and what torment he had suffered to accumulate such severe injuries.
All this time, Yuan Yao had tried to avoid Ning Fan either on purpose or by accident because reality reminded her that certain things were just not meant for her .
At this moment, however, she was unable to hide her feelings anymore. When she saw Ning Fan's current state, she found it difficult to suppress the anxiety within her.
"Will he die? No, he can't die…"
"If he dies… If he dies…"
Her fragrant shoulders were trembling. Inwardly, she felt that she doesn't even have the courage to look at the current Ning Fan.
She did not dare to touch his body at all because not a single part of his skin all over his body was intact.
