Chapter 303 (1/2)

Chapter 303: It’s That Strange Dream Again

He was genuinely indulgent of her to a degree far beyond human measure. There was only one condition. She must be his!

Si Mobai looked at Feng Tianlan, who had turned as pale as a piece of paper. Deep down, he sighed, but on the surface, he hid away the tenderness. He stated coldly, “Apart from turning me down or leaving me, I will honor your wishes above mine for a lot of things.”

He must have scared her.

However, this was who he had always been. He had been this kind of man before she’d come into his life. In fact, he used to be scarier. In front of her, he still honored a bottom line. So long as she stayed clear of it, this was the most he could do. However, she crossed that line. Even he was unaware of the monster he could become.

After a long while, Feng Tianlan finally snapped back to reality, waking from his icy gaze. She looked at the room’s simple furnishings. Si Mobai was long gone. Even the slight minty fragrance that lingered in the air had drifted out the window, vanishing on the wintry winds.

Unsettled and confused, thousands of thoughts ran through Feng Tianlan’s mind. She laid on the bed and stared at the silken veil above her. Her mind was heavy with chaotic thoughts, thinking about nothing and everything. Finally, fatigue caught up with her. She closed her eyes and fell deep into sleep.

Suddenly, a sharp wind brushed by her ears and scraped her cheeks. Even under the cotton cloth, she could feel her face burning. Someone held her tightly against their chest. The strong, pungent odor of blood reached her nose.

Who is it?

Who is carrying her while running away?

Feng Tianlan tried to look up and see who the mysterious man was, but alas, she could only make out a blood-stained chin. Drip after drip, blood splattered on her face. She could almost feel its warmth, and her sight was soon stained red.

She watched the man’s chin move up and down, up and down…Obviously, he was saying something, but she could not make out a single word. His words still suffocated her, even though they were soundless.

Feng Tianlan’s gaze moved from his perfect chin to his shoulders. There were two deep holes, implying that their master’s shoulder blades had been punctured, which was equivalent to destroying his hands. How could he still run so desperately with her in his arms?