Mù Qiānxún was panic-stricken, Ou Zun's voice teetered on the brink of insanity, filled with suppressed pain and roaring anger.
With a gloomy face, he wanted nothing but to tear himself apart.
Mù Qiānxún was heartbroken, hurriedly grabbing his hand. Seeing the distinct bloodstains around his knuckles and traces of white limestone dust, she felt utterly helpless and desperate.
"I know, I know, sit down first, let me treat your wounds," she said urgently.
"You know? You don't know a damn thing!" he retorted.
Ou Zun angrily pulled his hand from hers, looking at her with fiery, burning eyes.
Mù Qiānxún's shoulders slumped down immediately, she looked up at him with innocent, pleading eyes, "Ou Zun, don't be like this, can I treat your wounds? Seeing you like this, I feel so distressed and pained."
Ou Zun snarled, clutching her chin fiercely and spat out words through gritted teeth, "You're feeling pained? Mù Qiānxún, do you even have a heart?"
