He lowered his head, looking at his suspended hand, a bitter taste crossing his face.
...
Su Xingyue turned her head, once again tense as she looked at Mo Shiyu, who was barely hanging onto life.
"Mo Shiyu, who exactly was the person you mentioned just now..."
She asked tensely.
The words Mo Shiyu was about to say were of great importance!
...
Mo Shiyu, lying on the ground, struggled to lift her head and looked at Su Xingyue and the person beside her.
Her gaze... complex, as if filled with sadness, or perhaps reluctance.
Eventually... she parted her lips, but, she couldn't say a single word.
Her eyes were open, but she moved no more.
Around her, was a pool of blood...
Mo Shiyu's last gaze had been towards Su Xingyue's side, but it didn't seem like she was looking at her.
At that thought, Su Xingyue's heart tightened, and she turned to look at Zhou Yunsheng beside her.
"How did you happen to be here?" She looked at him, asking in confusion.