Mo'er, Are You Only Going to Be Pleased When I Die?

Bam! The hard punch landed on Gu Mohan's left chest and he reeled back from the force. The man had not held back in the least.

Tang Mo'er's black pupils contracted, her heart wrenched in pain and she was heartbroken even as a spectator watching at the sidelines. Jun Chulin had used a great amount of force, not sparing any leeway.

The pain on Gu Mohan's left chest reached deep into his heart and it throbbed and pulsed as though it was on fire. He had spent 24 hours in the hospital unconscious and had immediately made his way to find her after discharging himself. And now he had suffered a forceful punch to the same injury that had put him in hospital in the first place.

Tang Mo'er could see his side profile, his handsome face was taut and he was clearly in a lot of pain.

His punch was perfect, but Jun Chulin's facial expression completely changed, his gentle gaze was instantly incisive and guarded. Gu Mohan hadn't avoided his punch.