C301 Ninth Master Looked at Xinyan His Cold Expression Was Extremely Piercing

Huo Yinyao's mind was consumed with the image of her running toward him, disregarding everything else. His thin lips pressed together as he held the girl's back wound, his hand stained a deep red with blood. He glanced down at her small face, now drained of all color, pale as a sheet. Her eyelids drooped heavily, struggling to stay open.

His lips moved slightly, and after a moment