Bo Yi's hand froze in midair.
"You..."
He had barely uttered a single word when the man opposite him took in the sight inside the bridal sedan chair, and his expression suddenly changed. "You're hurt?!"
Ah...
Bo Yi slowly blinked twice, then gradually curled his lips into a smile. "You... finally came back..."
The man before him-Master Kang-looked exactly the same, yet in that moment, Bo Yi simply knew-the person he had been searching for had appeared...
Thank goodness...
Now, at last, I can...
His body, strung tight with tension ever since the knock at the door in the middle of the night, swayed slightly.
...stop worrying.
With a clatter, the dagger slipped from Bo Yi's palm and fell to the ground.
"Bo Yi!"
Mitian's pupils contracted, and he rushed forward to catch the body collapsing limply before him. But the moment Bo Yi fell into his arms, he realized something was wrong.
He was wet.
Bo Yi was wet all over.
Trembling slightly, Mitian slowly lifted the hand supporting Bo Yi's back-
His palm was covered in glaring crimson.
"Damn..." The words that followed abruptly vanished into the air, as though someone had muted him.
Mitian closed his eyes and took several deep breaths before he barely managed to suppress the anger threatening to erupt within him.
Not yet...
He unclenched his tightly balled fist, its knuckles already faintly white, then scooped up Bo Yi, whose eyes had closed. Seemingly oblivious to the courtyard full of guests, he strode straight toward Master Kang's room.
"Master..."
A servant blocked his path and bowed to him. "The auspicious hour for the wedding is almost upon us."
Mitian glanced down at Bo Yi, who lay in his arms like a pale, lifeless doll. Not wanting to cause more trouble at a time