Nangong Mo's footsteps halted, his body suddenly stiffened, and he slowly lowered his head to look in front of him.
A dagger was deeply embedded in his chest, the sharp blade glimmering with a chilling cold light under the night sky.
Nangong Mo's gaze lingered momentarily on the fair hand gripping the sword, then slowly moved upwards to the girl in his arms.
And she was looking at him too.
A pair of beautiful eyes like a mist-covered lake, vague and fleeting, clearly watching him, yet seemingly gazing through him into the endless void.
Nangong Mo had never seen her with such an expression, involuntarily furrowing his brow, gazing deeply at her, "Yun Ran?"
Yun Ran's long lashes trembled slightly, a faint ripple flashed across her gaze, only to be quickly submerged in that mist.
Her red lips parted slightly, breathing fragrant as orchids, "Kill him..."
