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While time seemed to have stopped, Mo Jue's blood loss seemed to worsen, staining his shirt. As Mo Ye supported Mo Jue's waist and propped him up, there was a shred of warmness on his cold face. "Jue, hang in there!"

Ye Wei was emotionless as she struggled between taking the shot and letting them go. While it was impossible for Mo Ye to leave Mo Jue alone, it was the best time to waste the both of them. There would be no second chance.

But Mo Jue…

As Ye Wei looked at that pair of beautiful eyes, the pallor from Mo Jue's face due to exsanguination was terrifying. He was no more terrifying but peaceful instead.

She felt her heart knot. Mo Jue might not make it.

To put it more cruelly, she was delaying their death and it would be better for her to send them to their maker and liberate them from their agony.

She slightly curled her finger.