No one knew how much time had passed when the frenzied wild horses finally collapsed to the ground, leaving only dust swirling in the air.
Only then did he release his grip, and Qiao Mo hurriedly crawled out from under him, her eyes red as she looked at the man lying limp on the ground, grabbing onto his large hand and shaking it.
"Fu Nancheng... how are you?"
He merely lowered his gaze, motionless.
The once resolute, handsome face was now exceptionally pale.
"Doctor! Someone's injured here!" Qiao Mo waved urgently to the emergency team rushing over, scrambling to stand.
But as soon as she moved, she was pulled back again, falling back down beside him.
Qiao Mo was stunned, her gaze falling on the well-defined hand.
He clung tightly to her left hand, refusing to let go. When she tried to stand, his arm lifted along with her...
"Fu Nancheng..."
Qiao Mo's eyes stung, leaving her too bewildered to react.
