Bu Mo had never felt so nervous, even holding his breath. He didn't dare to blink as he kept his eyes firmly on Chen Mu, who had fallen to the ground in the field.
His whole body was flowing with blood, and he wasn't moving. In the blink of an eye, the gurgling flow of fresh blood had formed a pool of blood.
Bu Mo was clutching his fists, really wanting to rush out and pick Chen Mu up. But, up until then, he still hadn't figured out what the relationship was between Wei-ah and Chen Mu. He did know they were both their own people. But Chen Mu had already completely won him over! Chen Mu had made a deep impression on his tender, young mind with his image of fighting desire and his thirst for winning, never giving up as he fought so desperately.
Stand up! Hurry up! Stand! Bu Mo kept crying to himself over and over, gritting his teeth so hard that it seemed he would crunch them. His fists had turned white, and his body shook uncontrollably.
