Seeking Peace in the Ink

Under the moonlight, Mo Zhanchuo wore black from head to toe, his long hair tossing in the wind. His face was cold, utterly devoid of warmth, and a fearsome aura radiated from him, making him impossible to look at directly. He was like a demon of the night. Looking down at her from his horse, he said icily, "Run again, why don't you!"

Fear seized Bai Anqing's heart. Trembling, she instinctively backed away. He had really come to catch her. Why? She was nothing but a lowly plaything. Why had he traveled so far to come after her himself? Hadn't he already grown tired of her? Hadn't he been about to send her away? Why was he still trying to take her back? Her thoughts were in turmoil as she continued to retreat, one step at a time. Mo Zhanchuo remained on his horse, pressing closer with every step.

There was nowhere left for her to go. A sheer cliff lay behind her. One more step and she would fall. The sea breeze surged up, billowing her skirt and whipping her hair into a tangled mess that swept across her face, covering one eye. Bai Anqing saw Mo Zhanchuo dismount and walk toward her, step by step. His face was like fine, thin porcelain, gleaming coldly in the moonlight. His features were exquisitely sculpted, almost as if carved by a knife, and seemed utterly unreal.

Mo Zhanchuo's face twisted with fury as he slowly approached. Every step felt as if it landed on her heart. He grabbed her with one hand and lifted her off the ground, staring into her eyes. His voice sounded as if he were forcing the words through clenched teeth. "Run again, why don't you? Why did you stop?"