The sound of the whip cracking was so loud that Yanyan couldn't help but shrink her shoulders.
A hint of blood lingered at the tip of her nose; standing close, Yanyan saw the incessant cold sweat on Bo Yunshen's face.
Yanyan reached out to stop Bo Yuanshan's hand, but instantly froze.
He looked miserable, his pale shirt unrecognizable in its original color. Across his neck and arms were newly added cuts, the strong scent of blood spreading through the air.
A tremor ran through Yanyan's heart, a rare sense of guilt settling in.
"Realize your mistake?"
Bo Yuanshan clenched his teeth and asked with hatred in his voice.
A flash of crimson flitted through his eyes. Bo Yunshen licked the corner of his lips, his gaze lingering on Yanyan's face for a second.
He truly wanted to ask her what she had said to the old man to make him so angry!
"Don't you regret what you did?!"
Bo Yuanshan said, whipping the air again, but this time the whip did not fall on Bo Yunshen.