"Be gentle, what if the wound opens?" Ji Wei complained, trying to break free from his embrace.
Mo Qian held her tightly, refusing to let go, "Sorry for worrying you..."
His voice was somewhat hoarse and guilt-ridden.
No one understood better than Mo Qian just how frightened Ji Wei had been earlier; if it hadn't been absolutely necessary, he wouldn't have chosen to act that way.
Hearing his deep sense of remorse, Ji Wei's eyes reddened uncontrollably, but the corners of her lips involuntarily lifted into a smile, as her arms tightened around his waist.
They embraced quietly in the woods, relishing the joy of surviving the ordeal, completely forgetting there were two others nearby.
As time ticked by, Xi Nanfeng paced around the clearing several times before finally losing patience and heading over behind the trees.
Ji Wei was momentarily stunned upon seeing him, then quickly pulled away from Mo Qian's hold, hurriedly wiping the tear marks from her face.
