Qing'er's eyes were red as she witnessed Yu Jian fell unconscious and hauled up to a horse.
Her hands were so badly battered that it couldn't be called hand anymore. Flesh and blood mingled in, the pain incomparably harsh, yet her gaze never left the man's pale face and the tear streak on his cheek until Han Xiaowu brought him away.
The barrier separated the two of them. Even though she stood less than ten meters away from him, yet the distance between them could be said to stretch as far as the world could be, no longer could it intersect ever again.
Her breaths ragged, and she pushed against the barrier, a subconscious struggle of one who was unwilling to let her mate being taken away. But the searing pain and the sturdy wall hold her back. She slipped down kneeling as if all her strength had been sucked out of her.
