Under the moonlight, Mo Zhanchuo was dressed in black, with long hair swaying in the wind. His face was as cold as a trace of warmth, and his body exuded an aura of violence that made it impossible to look at him, like a night demon. He looked at her condescendingly and said coldly: "Run again!"
Fear instantly seized Bai Anqing's heart. She trembled and instinctively stepped back. He really came to catch her. Why? She is just a thing that cannot be put on the stage. Why did he come all the way to catch her in person? Isn't he already tired of her? Didn't she already have to be sent out? Why do you want to take her back? She was thinking wildly, her feet still retreating step by step, while Mo Zhanchuo was still sitting on the horse, pressing forward step by step.
There was no place for her to retreat. There was a broken wall behind her. If she retreated further, she would fall. The sea breeze came up and blew up her skirt. Her hair was also blown into a mess, flying on her face and covering one eye. Bai Anqing saw Mo Zhanchuo dismounting his horse and walking towards her step by step. His face was like thin bone china, glowing coldly under the moonlight. His facial features were exquisite to the extreme, but they looked as if they were carved with a knife, and they didn't look even remotely realistic.
Mo Zhanchuo had a ferocious look on his face and walked forward slowly. Every step seemed to be stepping on her heart. He picked her up with one hand and lifted her off the ground. He looked into her eyes and said in a voice that sounded like he was squeezing out from between his teeth: "Keep running, why don't you run away!"
