Tong Ran's tightly furrowed brow relaxed, the crimson in her eyes faded slightly, Mo Nanjue reached out, his slender fingers wiping clean the coagulated bloodstains on her cheek.
Thump!
Tong Ran's hand loosened, and the gun in her hand fell to the ground.
Mo Nanjue wrapped his arm around her back, holding her tightly in his embrace.
Tong Ran's cheek was pressed firmly against his chest. She opened her mouth, "It hurts so much..."
Her whole body felt like it was splitting open...
Tong Ran felt as if she'd been fried on an iron plate, even her breathing felt like burns.
Mo Nanjue lowered his head, lightly kissed her hair, his handsome face taut, saying nothing, he bent down to gently lift her waist."
The helicopter descended, the men in black fastened the safety rope around Mo Nanjue's waist, "Young Master, it's time to go, the hospital has been contacted."
Mo Nanjue nodded slightly, holding the person in his arms tightly as the rope lifted them onto the helicopter.
