How Could You Take a Blade for Ye Lin When You're My Wife?!

Ye Lin held Xiao Wu in his arms, shielding her against his chest. With his back to the direction of Shi Mo's spinning blades, he took the remaining fragments on his back.

Several fragments cut deep gashes across his back. Blood poured from them, but he gritted his teeth without making a sound or taking a step back.

The Soul Arena Platform fell silent for a moment.

Everyone in the stands fixed their eyes on that figure holding someone in his arms, his back turned toward the attack.

Qin Ming stood at the edge of the Soul Arena Platform, his fingers clenched around the railing until his knuckles turned white. His lips trembled twice, but he could not say a word.

Yu Xiaogang stood on the other side, his fingers digging even deeper into the railing. His knuckles nearly bled, and he had crushed four finger marks directly into the metal.

Tang San stood at the entrance to the lounge passage, looking as though someone had struck him on the back of the head with a club.

His eyes were locked on the figure in the center of the Soul Arena Platform holding Xiao Wu.

His lips parted slightly, but no sound came out. It felt as though something had lodged in his throat.

A scene churned through his mind.

Xiao Wu had flashed behind Ye Lin to block the attack for him. Then, covered in blood, she leaned against Ye Lin's shoulder, both hands gripping his arm.

That scene replayed before his eyes again and again. Every time it played, the fire in his chest burned hotter.

"This isn't right. This isn't how the story goes."

His inner voice forced its way out through the cracks in his consciousness.

"In my previous life, Xiao Wu was indeed injured by