His white shirt had long since been soaked through with blood and sweat, torn into strips that exposed shocking, crisscrossed scratch marks beneath.
His crimson hair hung damp against his forehead, veiling half of a face so handsome it was almost bewitching.
Only his eyes remained fully visible—locked onto her with a fierce, greedy intensity.
Outside the cage, Jiang Pei’s breathing stalled.
At the slightest sign of movement from Master Mo, he would rush in without hesitation, even if the price was his own life.
Ran Weiyi slowly crouched down.
That single motion instantly closed the distance between them to an extremely dangerous degree.
Her skirt spread across the bloodstained floor, like a pure white lotus blooming out of filth and mire.
“Ye Mochen.”
Her voice was light and gentle, carrying a strange, soothing power.
“I’m here.”
The man’s body shuddered violently.
The snarl caught in his throat, his blood-red pupils contracting sharply.
Reason and beastly instinct waged their final, desperate battle inside his mind.
Ran Weiyi extended her hand.
It was pale and slender, a hand utterly devoid of any threat.
Her fingertips, cool to the touch, lightly—tentatively—rested against his sweat-drenched forehead.
Time seemed to freeze at that very instant.
Jiang Pei watched in disbelief as the man who could crush even hardened alloy with his bare hands showed not the slightest resistance beneath her touch.
Not only did he not resist—
Ye Mochen’s body, which had been taut as a drawn bowstring, visibly began to relax, bit by bit.
Slowly—painfully slowly—he lowered his head.
Like a lone wolf finally laying down all defenses, exposing his most vulnerable throat before the one person capable of giving him warmth.
He turned his face and gently rubbed his cheek against her palm.
That small movement carried an almost humble, absolute dependence and longing.
Jiang Pei’s pupils shrank sharply.
He saw it.
From those eyes once completely drowned in blood-red madness, a single scalding, dark-red tear slipped free.
It traced a line down his pale, sharp features and fell onto Ran Weiyi’s skirt, blooming into a small, dark flower.
Jiang Pei’s mind went blank.
He had followed Master Mo for years—had seen his coldest cruelty, his most frenzied bloodlust—but never once had he imagined he would see him… cry.
For a woman.
Ran Weiyi’s heart felt as though it were clenched hard by an unseen hand, pain spreading in fine, dense waves.
She withdrew her hand, then gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
She gathered his towering body into her slender yet resolute embrace.
Crossing time and space, facing this soul abandoned by the world, she spoke with the gentlest—and firmest—voice she had ever known.
“Ye Mochen, don’t be afraid. I’m here to love you.”
Her lips brushed close to his ear, warm breath grazing his ice-cold skin.
Ye Mochen could no longer hold back. A sob, suppressed to the extreme, escaped his throat.
He wrapped his arms around her in return, using every ounce of strength he had.
As if determined to press this treasure heaven had granted him deep into his very bones, never to let go again.
Standing outside the cage, Jiang Pei watched the unbelievable scene as the rigidity drained from his body.
He let his weapon fall from his hand.
He knew it.
From the moment this woman stepped into the cage, everything had changed.
Master Mo’s salvation had truly arrived.
The body in her arms burned with an alarming heat, yet trembled uncontrollably.
Each shiver struck Ran Weiyi’s heart like a heavy drumbeat.
The stench of blood mixed with cold sweat, so thick it was nearly suffocating.
Yet she didn’t retreat in the slightest.
Instead, she tightened her arms around him.
His jaw rested in the hollow of her shoulder, his ragged breaths spilling against her neck with scorching heat.
It was a complete, unreserved surrender.
【Ding!】
A crisp electronic sound suddenly rang out in Ran Weiyi’s mind.
【Sister, sister, did you hear that?!】
It was Doudou, its voice brimming with uncontrollable excitement.
【Ye Mochen’s disgust toward the world has dropped by 5 points! It’s now at 85%!】
Ran Weiyi’s heart jumped.
【Not only that—the male lead’s affection attribute bar has been successfully unlocked! Current affection value: 10%!】
【Sister, you’re amazing! You’re the ultimate champion!】
Doudou’s voice was practically cracking.
【Quiet.】
Ran Weiyi cut off its celebration coldly in her mind.
Disgust values, affection values—those were just cold numbers.
But the person in her arms was burning hot, alive, and suffering tremendous pain.
She carefully adjusted her posture so he could lean against her more securely.
She gently patted Ye Mochen’s broad back, like soothing a wounded giant beast.
She could feel his muscles—tightened to their absolute limit—slowly softening under her touch.
“Ye Mochen,” she said softly.
“Let’s go out first. I’ll help you treat your wounds.”
His body stiffened.
The arms around her waist tightened abruptly, so hard it almost crushed her bones.
A low, uneasy growl spilled from his throat, as if he feared leaving the only embrace that gave him safety.
Ran Weiyi didn’t struggle.
She let him hold her, patiently waiting until that possessive force eased slightly.
Only then did she gently pull back and cradle his face in her hands.
His cheeks were icy cold, a strange contrast to his overheated body.
In those crimson pupils, the blood-red madness was slowly fading, revealing a deep, abyssal black beneath—yet still stubbornly, greedily reflecting only her.
“My name is Ran Weiyi.”
Her thumb softly traced the sharp lines of his face.
“I’ll stay with you.”
Ye Mochen’s Adam’s apple bobbed with difficulty.
He parted his lips, cracked and dry, his voice hoarse as if scraped raw by sandpaper.
“…Weiyi.”
Just saying those two syllables seemed to exhaust all his strength.
Those two words were now everything in his world.
Pain rippled through Ran Weiyi’s heart once more.
She supported him, trying to help him stand.
But after so much blood loss and such relentless torment, his body was already at its limit.
His tall frame swayed—this one-meter-ninety man clinging to her slender arms like a helpless child.
Ran Weiyi held his hand without hesitation and took the first step forward.
She walked out of the iron cage.
And the man who made all of Shencheng tremble followed obediently at her side, step by step, led by her hand.
The moment they crossed that threshold, it was as though they had stepped out of hell— and into the human world.