The crowd was filled with both sighs and fear.
Liam Anderson suddenly raised his eyes, looking towards Aubree Groove's direction.
Struggling, he stood up and stumbled step by step towards Aubree Groove.
The young lady's white clothes were stained with drops of crimson, like red plum blossoms blooming on a snowy field, bewitchingly beautiful.
There she sat, with her stunning face pale and indifferent.
Liam wasn't in good shape either, covered in blood.
He knelt down, extending his hand covered in fresh blood, carefully touching her cheek.
His handsome brows and eyes beaming with a tender light like spring water, "You chose to stay… I'm so glad..."
With those words, he collapsed straight into Aubree's arms, completely unconscious.
Aubree looked at the unconscious man in her arms and silently sighed.
"Take the King back to have his wounds properly dressed."
