At this moment, Zhong Niangyao's complexion was deathly pale, devoid of any color. Although there were still movements in her chest, her whole being seemed more like a living dead.
Looking at Zhong Niangyao in his arms, Lu Yichen's heart was brimming with panic; the person in his embrace was motionless, and he, who was always calm and self-controlled, could not maintain his composure.
He had once feared nothing, not even death. But now, seeing that Zhong Niangyao was in trouble, he was truly afraid.
He couldn't imagine what he would do if Zhong Niangyao really left him. Perhaps he would destroy the world and then depart with it.
He didn't know when exactly he had developed feelings for Zhong Niangyao. He had always known he had a good impression of her and liked her. But today, seeing that she was in trouble, he realized that his feelings had taken root without his notice.
Love starts without reason, and then it deepens.
