\n“What exactly happened to you?” Song Ruoxi reached out and touched Feng Yin’s face. It was a sticky feeling, and the fingertips were stained with thick blood.
Song Ruoxi grabbed Feng Yin’s arm and asked anxiously, “Are you injured? Why’s there so much blood on your face?”
Feng Yin’s face was filled with joy. His voice was gentle as he said, “It’s fine, just something that went wrong during the cultivation. I promise that I’ll never leave your side again.”
Feng Yin hugged Song Ruoxi and whispered an apology, “I’m sorry, I got you hurt.”
Song Ruoxi’s face rubbed against Feng Yin’s chest. Her voice was hoarse as she said, “No, I don’t blame you. You are the one who saved me.”
Song Ruoxi remembered that night. A horde of ghosts had gathered in her apartment, and it felt like being in hell. Countless ghosts let out strange screams while rushing into her body.