The woman walking ahead suddenly stopped in her tracks when she heard the commotion behind her. She turned her head and looked back, her face suddenly changing, and hurriedly walked back, "Mo Xingyuan."
Mo Xingyuan had completely fallen to the ground. Mu Zhenzhen hurriedly crouched down to lift his upper body, instinctively glancing at his leg, only to see that his pant leg was already stained with large patches of red.
"You..."
She couldn't say what she was feeling at that moment, and just stared at the man, her eyes slightly tinged with redness.
"Are you still going to walk?"
The wound on his leg had already opened up, the piercing pain spreading throughout his whole body. Yet Mo Xingyuan still managed to smile, though it was a cold and bitter smile, "Without my orders, you are not allowed to leave. Not allowed, do you hear me?"
"If you keep being this stubborn, I'll never care about you again."
