C392 A Trace of Warmth in His Heart

"Nangong Han." Xuanniang's heart skipped a beat as she quickly pulled Nangong Han into her arms. The blood from the wound on his back soaked her hands, and the strong scent of it filled her nostrils. No matter how desperately Xuanniang called his name, Nangong Han showed no sign of response, intensifying her fear and anxiety.

Xuanniang checked his pulse and examined his wounds