"Thanks."
After an intense battle, Song Yun suddenly felt a wave of weakness in his body. As blood continuously streamed from his wounds, his complexion grew paler.
"Husband! How are you!"
Ye Qingqing broke free from Yang Yingying's grasp and ran frantically toward Song Yun. She used her small hands to cover the hole in Song Yun's shoulder, watching in horror as crimson blood flowed out between her fingers. She had never felt so powerless as she did today.
"It's nothing."
Song Yun tore off a strip of cloth from his clothing and tied it haphazardly around the wound. Then he pressed on a few acupoints on his body, and the bleeding slowly stopped.
"Husband, what on earth is going on?"
Ye Qingqing hung her head and began to sob. Mo Huanqing, her friend, why would she attack the man she loved the most? Yet every scene unfolding before her eyes was relentlessly telling her that the truth was exactly that!
"I'm not quite sure myself. Let's talk about it when we get home."
