Intense pain swept through his body, and Mo Nanjue slightly furrowed his brows. His handsome face was already covered in sweat, and his white handcrafted shirt was soaked through in a large patch, clinging to his body, outlining his muscular chest and seductive allure.
Proudly beautiful to the point of despair.
No one dared to step forward to approach him.
Nor did anyone dare to speak at this moment…
The entire wedding banquet hall was as silent as the grave.
You should know, seeing Mo Nanjue injured was truly a once-in-a-century event, especially, being injured over a woman.
Tong Ran bit her lower lip as she watched him, her emotions churning uncomfortably. She didn't understand what was going on…
Seeing him hurt, she actually felt that it was more painful than his own injury.
Her chest was struck by waves of pain…
Luo Xiao stood beside Tong Ran, looking at her gaze towards Mo Nanjue, unable to hide the pain and palpitations in his eyes…
