"Save me,"
"Gongsun Mo."
Xie Luohe clung tightly to Zheng Xiu.
Her fingers left bloody scratches across Zheng Xiu's chest.
Despair, helplessness, fragility, loneliness...
All these negative emotions were laid bare in Xie Luohe's hysterical sobs.
The confidence and composure had vanished from her face and her eyes. When she learned that Nie Gong's Treasure Vault was all for naught, and that she couldn't bring herself to strike a killing blow against the man before her, her usual strength and invincibility shattered in an instant. The breakdown crushed her very being, rendering everything she had ever shown Zheng Xiu—everything that made her "Xie Luohe"—worthless.
For the first time, her gaze was filled with such desperation. As if grasping at a final straw, she pleaded with Zheng Xiu... no, with Gongsun Mo.
For a moment, Zheng Xiu's heart was a tangle of complex emotions.
A trace of confusion and vexation surfaced in his eyes.
