CHAPTER 390: CHAPTER 371:

However, Yun Ran moved too quickly. He had just taken two steps when she slipped into the main hall in a flash.

Nangong Mo’s breath hitched, and he abruptly turned his back to her, "Don’t come any closer!"

As soon as Yun Ran entered, she felt the biting chill of the main hall and smelled the pervasive scent of blood in the air. This made her frown deeply, and she ignored his words, striding quickly towards him.

Nangong Mo’s body stiffened slightly, and he took a step back, turning his head slightly to use his wide sleeve to cover his face, "Yun Ran, leave now!"

The lighting in the main hall was dim, and he was dressed in black. For a moment, she couldn’t tell how many wounds he had, but the smell of blood reminded Yun Ran: he must be seriously injured!

Yun Ran frowned and moved forward, "Let me see your wounds."

Nangong Mo tried his best to avoid her, "The injuries are fine, you should go!"

Yun Ran ignored him, noticing that he kept his side facing her and used his sleeve to cover his face, as if he didn’t want to see her. She seized the opportunity and grabbed his arm, tilting her head and leaning in front of him, "Why are you always avoiding me..."

Yun Ran’s voice came to an abrupt halt, her eyes slightly widening as she looked at his current appearance, her expression a mix of shock and stupefaction.

Seeing that his appearance had been noticed by her, Nangong Mo stopped hiding it. Yet, the confusion and suspicion on her face caused his eyes to dim, his expression showing a trace of barely perceptible desolation, "Does my appearance... scare you?"

Although he tried his best to restrain himself, she could still hear a deeply hidden unease and panic in his low voice.

Yun Ran snapped out of her daze, seeing the darkness and loneliness in his eyes, as well as a hint of unknown vulnerability, her heart suddenly ached, and she couldn’t help but gently embrace him.

"No, you didn’t scare me. I was just... too surprised. You know, I’m always a bit of a fangirl."

Listening to her soft and gentle voice, feeling the warmth and softness in his arms, Nangong Mo’s heart was stirred, the most tender part of his heart gently touched.

He couldn’t help but gently wrap his arms around her slender waist, "Aran..."

"Hmm? I’m here."

It was the first time he didn’t call her by her full name, and Yun Ran didn’t find it strange.

However, his particularly husky and deep voice made her lightly frown. She placed her hands on his chest to gently push him away, "Let me see how your wounds are doing."

The damp feel of his clothes under her palm made Yun Ran suddenly frown, and she tore open his clothes in one swift motion.

She immediately saw the wound on his chest, dangerously close to his heart.

Yun Ran felt a white flash in her mind, fragments of memories randomly surfaced in her brain.

But those fragments flitted by like dreams, elusive and impossible to fully grasp. The more she tried to remember, the more an invisible barrier made her head throb painfully.

In a haze, Yun Ran seemed to see an image: herself holding a dagger, thrusting it into his chest without hesitation.

Yun Ran suddenly pressed her hand against her temple, her expression pained, her headache splitting.

"Aran! What’s wrong? Does your head hurt?"

Nangong Mo anxiously reached out to touch her head, his purple eyes enchanting and mysterious, yet filled with genuine concern and anxiety.

"Hold your breath, clear your mind, don’t overthink."

Even though his True Qi was in chaos, and he felt as though his insides were burning, as if a thousand ants were gnawing at his heart, he didn’t hesitate to place his palm on her back, channeling a wisp of True Qi into her body to help her regulate her breath.