Chapter 296 - Heartbroken as Feng Yuran Was Hurt (1/2)

The scorching fire burnt her, making her unable to open her eyes out of pain. Thus, he could not see the man who charged into the fire to save her, regardless of the burning fire on her body. The pa.s.sionate hug and the frightened voice signaled that the man was afraid of losing her…

However, she wondered who could be the one saving her as she could not see the person’s face with the blazing fire surrounding her. She gradually became unconscious, remembering only the shriek of a man. The man teared up. She was dreaming again. Then, she pondered who the man could be as few cared about her in her previous life!

She was only a tool to be used by others and loved by none. She could not figure out who would care so much about her to call out her name in fright as he charged into the fire for her. In her previous life, she was so naive that she would sacrifice everything for such a man.

However, in her previous life, she was surrounded by deception, and no one truly cared about her despite this humble wish.

“Tong’er, Tong’er…” Someone called out beside her. His voice was full of concern. She wondered why was she still dreaming. Could it be because she longed for care and love?

Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt intense heartache as if her heart were about to be torn apart. As she tightened her fist, she realized that she did not want much from the world.

Looking at the desperate and fragile expression on the beautiful face in front of him, Feng Yuran stretched out his hand to touch her face, swapping away the cold sweat on her forehead. Concerned, he cried out, “Tong’er, wake up! Wake up!”

This voice and action finally made Mo Xuetong open her eyes in surprise. Looking at the delicate handsome face in front of her, she was stunned as she was confused about her situation. Unconsciously, she tightened her fists and put them in front of her breast. This action of caution made Feng Yuran disheartened yet sympathetic.

What kind of experiences could make a young girl so afraid!

Looking at the cold sweat and tears all over her face, his heart hurt like never before! Could this injured, fragile, and even desperate girl really be the strong, intelligent and sly Mo Xuetong!

No matter who hurt her, he would make them pay the price.

“Tong’er, what happened? Did you have a nightmare?” He took out a white handkerchief and wiped the tears off her face. His lazy voice seemed to be like an ancient wine, warming the heart of the girl.

Slowly, Mo Xuetong became sober as she blinked her eyes, regaining her bright eyes. Suddenly, she sprung up from the bed and surveyed the surroundings. “Where is this?”

This was not her room!

There was a row of bookshelves next to the window on her left. On her right was a wide table, with a bed inside the room. She was lying on the couch with Feng Yuran. Even though the two were fully clothed, which meant that someone had dressed her, she panicked as the two were extremely close on the bed.

Immediately, she forgot all about the dream, leaving only a slight panic in her eyes.

She was not suspicious of Feng Yuran, but he was in a terrible state.

The large purple robes around him were not tightened as he did not use a belt. His long black hair was not bundled up as well, complimenting his pretty face. His hair looked messy, perhaps because he was lying on the bed. A few strands of hair rested on his shoulders, making him look lazy and casual.

The interior was lit, making the small place bright. The beautiful features shone pale under the light as his eyes spoke of fatigue. Even though he was smiling gently, he did not look well. The incense by the window side gave off a similar smell like his, a light and refres.h.i.+ng one.

However, Mo Xuetong did smell something amiss.

He examined at the lazy Feng Yuran beside her, who was still wiping tears off her face, with suspicion. “What happened to you?”

Feng Yuran frowned as he put down the handkerchief, joking, “Do you want to ask the first or second question? You asked me question after question, giving me no time to respond.”

“Second one!” Mo Xuetong rejected the hand that stretched out to toy with her hair. Her hair was still the same as when she went to bed, scattered all over her shoulders. She looked weaker but brighter.

“Long story…” Feng Yuran smiled as he spoke.

Mo Xuetong stopped him impolitely, stretching out to his robe as she spoke, “So the point is…”

“Sigh, Tong’er, even though father has approved of my marriage, but we are still not yet husband and wife. It’s not proper to do this now.” Feng Yuran pulled Mo Xuetong’s hand towards him as he squeezed it, joking around in the process.

“Are you going to say, or am I going to look at it myself?” Mo Xuetong stared at him, determined. She was angry as the slight sandal scent could not cover the smell of blood on his body.

Under her fury gaze, Feng Yuran gave in and smiled bitterly, pampering her. “Tong’er, I am injured.”

“How? Let me see.” Mo Xuetong slapped his hand away and insisted on opening his robe. His robe was not tightened and thus was easily pulled open. As she pulled the robe open, she realized that he had a thick layer of cloth covering his chest, making it impossible to tighten the robe. Blood sipped from under the cloth. Even though she could not see his injuries, she knew he was severely injured.

Mo Xuetong’s lips turned pale at the discovery as her lips s.h.i.+vered. He was indeed injured! Like the rumors, he was severely injured!

No wonder he had an incense here.