"Nan Fei...ah!"
Huo Beijiang's face of profound pain suddenly appeared in front of Nan Fei, leaving her stunned for a while. The tall, handsome, reserved, and solemn man, in no conceivable way, could display such a weak and sorrowful emotion.
Nan Fei thought she was hallucinating. Confused, she was looking all around, taking in everything in front of her.
There was Huo Beijiang, holding a woman lying in a pool of blood, his body enveloped in deep-seated grief. Nan Fei wanted to call him but found that no sound could come out of her mouth.
In her frantic state, she was spinning around when suddenly—
She froze, staring intently at the imposing gates before her. Mechanically, she turned her head to look at Huo Beijiang kneeling on the ground and the woman in the pool of blood.
She recognized it!
