His white shirt was already soaked through with blood and sweat, torn into strips that revealed shocking claw marks underneath.
His crimson short hair clung wetly to his forehead, obscuring half of his strikingly handsome, almost ethereal face.
Only his eyes remained fixed on her—intensely, greedily.
Outside, Jiang Pei’s breath hitched.
If Mo Chen showed even the slightest sign of aggression, he would rush in without hesitation, even if it cost him his life.
Ran Weiyi slowly crouched down.
This movement instantly closed the distance between them to an extremely dangerous degree.
Her skirt spread across the blood-stained ground like a pure, flawless lotus blooming in the mud.
“Ye Mochen.”
Her voice was soft, gentle, carrying a strangely soothing power.
“I’m here.”
The man’s body trembled violently.
The roar in his throat choked off, and his blood-red pupils contracted sharply.
Reason and primal instinct waged a final, desperate battle in his mind.
Ran Weiyi reached out her hand.
It was a pale, slender hand, devoid of any aggression.
Her fingertips, cool to the touch, gently, tentatively, brushed against his sweat-drenched forehead.
Time seemed to pause at that moment.
Jiang Pei watched in disbelief as the man who could crush the hardest alloy with his bare hands offered no resistance under her touch.
Not only did he not resist.
Ye Mochen’s body, which had been taut as a bowstring, visibly relaxed, bit by bit.
He slowly, with immense difficulty, lowered his head.
Like a lone wolf finally shedding all its defenses, he exposed his most vulnerable neck to the only person who could offer him warmth.
He gently nuzzled her palm with the side of his face.
The gesture carried a near-humble, profound dependence and attachment.
Jiang Pei’s pupils contracted sharply.
He saw it.
In Ye Mochen’s eyes, completely overtaken by bloodlust, a single scorching, deep red tear of blood rolled down.
The tear traced a path down his pale, sharp cheek and dripped onto Ran Weiyi’s skirt, blooming into a small, dark flower.
Jiang Pei’s mind went blank.
Having been by Mo Chen’s side for so many years, he had witnessed his coldest, most ruthless demeanor and his most frenzied, bloodthirsty states, but he never imagined he would one day see him… cry.
For a woman.
Ran Weiyi’s heart felt as if it had been wrenched, a sharp, lingering pain spreading through her.
She withdrew her hand and instead gently wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
She drew his tall, imposing frame into her slender yet resolute embrace.
Transcending time and space, she spoke to this soul abandoned by the world, using the gentlest yet most steadfast voice of her life, softly calling out.
“Ye Mochen, don’t be afraid. I’m here to love you.”
Her lips brushed against his ear, her warm breath caressing his cold skin.
Ye Mochen could no longer hold back, a choked sob escaping his throat.
He wrapped his arms around her in return, clutching her with all his strength.
As if trying to meld this treasure bestowed upon him by fate into his very bones and blood, never to part again.
Jiang Pei stood outside the cage, watching this unbelievable scene unfold before him. His rigid body gradually relaxed.
He dropped the weapon in his hand.He knew that from the moment this woman stepped into the cage, everything had changed.
Mo Chen’s salvation had truly arrived.
The body in her embrace was alarmingly hot, yet trembling uncontrollably.
Every shiver felt like a heavy drumbeat, pounding against Ran Weiyi’s heart.
The scent of blood and cold sweat intertwined, so thick it was almost suffocating.
Yet she did not retreat in the slightest.
Instead, she tightened her arms around him even more.
The man’s chin rested against the hollow of her shoulder, his ragged breaths brushing against the side of her neck with a scorching heat.
It was a complete, unreserved surrender.
[Ding!]
A crisp electronic tone abruptly sounded in Ran Weiyi’s mind.
[Sister, sister, can you hear me?!]
It was Doudou, her voice brimming with unrestrained joy and excitement.
[Ye Mochen’s Abhorrence Value toward the world has dropped by 5 points! It’s now at 85%!]
Ran Weiyi’s heart gave a violent thump.
[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 almost cracking with excitement.
[Quiet.]
Ran Weiyi coldly interrupted its celebration in her mind.
Abhorrence Value, affection value—they were just cold numbers.
But the person in her arms was warm, alive, and enduring immense suffering.
She carefully adjusted her posture, allowing him to lean against her more comfortably.
She gently patted Ye Mochen’s broad back, as if soothing a wounded giant beast.
She could feel his muscles, tensed to the extreme, slowly softening under her soothing touch.
“Ye Mochen.”
She spoke softly.
“Let’s get out of here first. I’ll help you treat your wounds.”
The man’s body stiffened, and the arm wrapped around her waist tightened abruptly, with a force so great it nearly crushed her bones.
A low, uneasy growl escaped his throat, as if unwilling to leave the embrace that offered him a sense of safety.
Ran Weiyi did not struggle, simply allowing him to hold her.
She waited patiently until that obsessive grip loosened slightly.
Only then did she gently pull back a little, cupping his face in her hands.
His cheeks were icy cold, forming a stark contrast with his feverish body.
In those crimson pupils, the madness of blood-red was slowly receding, revealing the abyss-like darkness beneath. Yet they still stubbornly, greedily reflected her image alone.
“My name is Ran Weiyi.”
Her fingertips gently traced the sharp lines of his face.
“I’ll stay with you.”
Ye Mochen’s Adam’s apple bobbed with difficulty.
He opened his mouth, his chapped lips moving, the sound that emerged hoarse as if scraped by sandpaper.
“…Weiyi.”
Merely uttering these two words seemed to drain all his strength.
These two words were his entire world at this moment.
Another wave of sharp, dense pain pierced Ran Weiyi’s heart.
She supported him, trying to help him stand.
But he had lost too much blood and had endured such excruciating torment—his body was already at its limit.
His tall frame swayed unsteadily. The man who stood at 190 centimeters now resembled a helpless child, leaning on her slender arms.
Ran Weiyi took his hand and, without a moment’s hesitation, took the first step forward.
She walked out of the iron cage.And that man who made the entire Shencheng tremble with fear was now being led by her, step by step, obediently following her out.
The moment they stepped out, it was as if they had crossed from hell into the world of the living.