A drop of red wine splattered on Mo Ning's face, gradually bringing her back to consciousness. Despite her quick reflexes employing Martial Arts to protect herself, she vomited a mouthful of fresh blood as she awoke, feeling a heat in her throat. Her entire body throbbed with excruciating pain, as if she were wounded all over.
Only upon noticing herself suspended precariously high on the verge of falling did she remember what had just transpired.
"Ah!"
Mo Ning screamed as her body swayed abruptly downwards. When she came to a halt and looked upwards, she realized why she hadn't fallen.
It was Li Huai, clinging desperately to her from above. Both their lives hung in a balance with Li Huai's left hand embedded in the concrete.
Mo Ning didn't dare fathom the immense strength required to pierce hardened cement with his bare hand.
Even though Li Huai achieved this, his hand was bleeding.
