Rong Si sat on the edge of the bed, still holding her hand and not letting go for a moment. It was as though if he let go, she would disappear from his sight again and something bad would happen to her.
This time he was genuinely afraid.
The back of Rong Si's hand was red and scraped. The seeping blood on it had dried. This was the result of having fought too hard, but he ignored it.
When he had seen the two men trying to humiliate Su Jiu, he had wanted to kill them. He had never been so angry. And he had indeed become a demon who felt unfamiliar to himself. He had beaten the two men without any thought of whether they would live or die.
The demon inside of him had actually existed a long time ago.
However, he had kept it to himself because of Su Jiu. He hadn't expected to release that demon again because of her.
All his emotions were at her mercy.