"Troublesome!"
The Death Warrior furrowed his brow in anger as he looked at Xu Xiaoqing lying in Ning Fan's embrace, cursing loudly.
Ning Fan's face was as still as water, holding tightly onto Xu Xiaoqing whose chest was stained red; his eyes were bloodshot, a single tear of blood streaming down his cheek and dropping onto Xu Xiaoqing's face.
Her originally unblemished face, now upon feeling that bit of moisture, Xu Xiaoqing couldn't even feel the pain any longer. Her pale face trembled, and she managed to force a smile, an image so pitiable that it brought tears to one's eyes.
"Ning... Fan... don't cry... I know I'm useless... This is all I can do now..."
Xu Xiaoqing no longer wanted to be the little girl who always threw tantrums at Ning Fan, wasn't that very childish?
Her actions had proved her feelings for Ning Fan, or rather, confirmed them. At the moment she ran towards Ning Fan, ready to block the blow for him, she didn't know what she was thinking.