Han Juyou remained completely unaware. At that moment, Liu Muye was using the very last shred of his willpower to keep himself upright.
As he held her, his legs trembled in the empty air, his knuckles turning white from the force. He tasted blood in the back of his throat, and his internal organs felt as though they were being gripped and twisted by an invisible hand.
This man was like a vintage car with a glamorous exterior, yet his engine was riddled with holes, ready to stall and sleep forever at any second.
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