This blow almost dissipated Ye Qingfeng's last bit of consciousness.
Even though Ye Qingfeng couldn't see, he could guess that this person was likely Shui Yiyi.
Because he could clearly feel the body pressed against him, with two soft things sticking to him.
When Ye Qingfeng regained consciousness and opened his eyes, it was indeed Shui Yiyi.
She lay unconscious on Ye Qingfeng, her eyes gently closed, her long eyelashes visible.
His woman truly is a rare gem of the world.
Moreover, she possessed a classical demeanor akin to an ink painting, a quality that other women lacked, making her seem gentle, elegant, and serene.
Though Ye Qingfeng didn't care for looks, he was still slightly moved by Shui Yiyi's appearance.
He carefully moved Shui Yiyi's body aside, then stood up to inspect her wounds.
Her clothes and pants were torn, and she had numerous scars on her delicate body, which made him feel a sharp pang of heartache.
"Ah! I've let you down too much."
Ye Qingfeng sighed.
