"Are you, are you in a lot of pain?"
I held Mùróng Zhuó's hand tightly, my voice trembling, filled with heartache and anxiety, and asked almost pleadingly, "Did Yun Ming pierce your heart or some other vital organ?"
I did not dare to look away from his paper-white face for even a second, feeling as though the moment I shifted my gaze, he would vanish from my life.
Chapter 138