"Go away!" Jing Yuan huddled in a corner, her face pale, repelling Mo Tiao's approach.
Mo Gao didn't seem to hear Jing Yuan's warning and approached directly.
"Go away!" Jingyuan screamed, hugging herself even tighter, lest he see her looking neither human nor demon.
Mo Gao suddenly grabbed Jing Yuan and held her tightly in his arms, "What are you afraid of?"
"..." Jingyuan didn't answer, curled up in Mo Zhao's arms, and let out intermittent sobs.
"So what if you are a monster? I, Mo Zhao, am not a good person either. I have killed countless people and am very bloodthirsty. I kill everyone who gets my hands on them. Are we a good match?"