He and His Black Moonlight

A dull ache spread across my chest.

I remembered the day Shen Jing let them take me away.

I was kidnapped, locked in a dark room.

I tried to find someone to save me, even telling them I was Shen Jing’s person.

Let me go, and I’d give them money.

They just laughed.

Later, I was taken to a private underground hospital, tied to a bed by an orderly.

I knew something was wrong.

A surge of survival instinct hit me, and I broke free, trying to escape.

I ran into the next room.

Inside, Shen Jing sat by the bed, and the dying Bai Man was nestled in his arms.

Shen Jing saw me and frowned.

He stared at the people behind me: “A bunch of idiots, how could you let her get away?”