Nan Xun stared at Jun Huang, unblinking. Almost timidly, he reached out to feel her breathing, his fingers trembling against his will. He finally let go of the breath he’d been holding when he made sure Jun Huang was still alive. What came next was an overwhelming sense of sorrow and rage.

He howled.

The tall, strongly built fighter was rendered into a bawling mess. He cursed at the gods for being unfair and at the world for being blind. Someone like Jun Huang shouldn’t be hurt again and again.

Jun Hao and Yin Yun stared at him, caught off guard. Jun Hao wanted to get close to Jun Huang, but Nan Xun pushed him away.

Like a feral beast protecting its mate, he glared at Jun Hao and growled, “It’s your fault!”

He wasn’t thinking clearly. His mouth spouted off cruel words on its own accord.

“If not for you, Jun Huang wouldn’t have been like this. She got in danger for you again and again. I wish you’d stay away from her.”

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