Mo Xuan hugged her back, holding her tightly, as if trying to merge Feng He's entire being into his own flesh and blood.
"I'm sorry for making you worry." Mo Xuan looked at her red, swollen eyes, feeling so guilty he could die.
When he was on the verge of being beaten to death, the person on Mo Xuan's mind was Feng He. He thought about how she would cry, how sad she would be.
The thought of Feng He gave Mo Xuan, who was about to give up, the strength to force his body to hold on.
He couldn't die. He didn't dare to.
If he died, what would happen to Feng He? What about Sister Lin, Shi Feng, and Gu Kaiwen?
They weren't related by blood, but they were closer than siblings.
So as Mo Xuan lay on the cold floor, his mind groggy, he had only one thought.
'I have to live. I must survive.'
He couldn't die yet.
Fortunately, his will to live allowed him to overcome death, and it also triggered a breakthrough in his spiritual power.
'How lucky I am to have survived to see them again.'
