Xiao Luo gazed at Fu Yiren lying on his chest with her eyes closed. He watched her curved and long eyelashes fluttering in the breeze, and could still clearly remember what she had said to him.
"We are the perfect match. Heaven has arranged it!"
Fu Yiren had been teasing him and expressing her love to him in her unique way. And here she was now seriously injured and there was every likelihood that she might even die right before his eyes.
For his sake, she bravely faced up to the strongest opponent she had ever faced without flinching.
Was he touched? Did he feel bitter, or even forlorn?
Perhaps it was a mix of these emotions, for Xiao Luo's mind was overwhelmed by a sense of loss that he had never felt before.
Even King Kong was filled with grief and indignation at seeing his NSA colleague, Fu Yiren, so badly injured. He dug his fingers into the turf in frustration, unsure what else to do.