Lai Yang's crying interrupted Ning Guiwan's train of thought.
She came back to her senses and flashed a faint smile toward Quan Yu. The residual light from the flashlight illuminated her features—her face, stripped of makeup, was clear and clean.
"I'm okay," she said, looking at Quan Yu. "Yu... how about you? Are you hurt?"
The roar of the raging sea filled the air outside. Ning Guiwan was held in the man's embrace; his broad, sturdy arms were a haven, powerful enough to shield her from any storm.
At that moment, the lights in the room flickered on.
Almost instantly, Quan Yu noticed the sticky pool of blood at her feet and the pale bruise on her forehead.
"Zhan Yan."
The man's eyes were dark, his voice somewhat cold.
Zhan Yan immediately understood and turned to leave.
The four bodyguards who had accompanied them were all present. Tang Cheng was supporting Lai Yang, who, having survived the ordeal, was clinging to his clothes and sobbing.
