Mingzhu's blood surged, and intense pain exploded deep in her mind, causing her to almost lose her balance.
She opened her mouth, wanting to speak.
But suddenly everything went dark before her eyes, and she lost consciousness.
Her soft body fell into his arms, and Xie Yunzhen instinctively held her tight.
He gently stroked her back, patting it, as if she had merely fallen asleep.
And he was soothing her to sleep.
After a few moments of shock, his mind came back to reality.
"Mingzhu?"
The person lying in his arms did not respond or move.
Thump thump, Xie Yunzhen's heart beat like a drum.
He recalled what had happened not long ago, when Mingzhu hit her head and blood flowed from the back of it.
At that time, she was just like this, silently leaning against him.
The color in her face slowly faded away.
"Mingzhu?"
Xie Yunzhen patted her face, his voice trembling, revealing his fear.
Without a response, he reached out with trembling hands to check her breathing.
