“Boss, Boss.” Lin Qing spoke up with much difficulty, wanting to ask if Qin Yi was over exhausted and sleeping or maybe had fainted, but was unable to do so. Qin Yi had obviously left them.

But why, why have the people changed? Chuchu had been lying the entire time, Qin Yi had been harmed by them and then left them. Why had their team fallen apart in just one night?

Everything had started when they went to search for Chuchu. Lin Qing's eyes held a hint of hatred in them. If they did not find Chuchu, everything would have been fine. They would be a team filled with love and Qin Yi would not have left them.

Yun Huan did not see Lin Qing and the others. His eyes could only focus on the little brat in his embrace; his world only contained Qin Yi and himself.

He carried Qin Yi, went back to his room, and locked the door, preventing anyone from disturbing the two.

Chuchu laughed out loud inside the ball of fire, “She's dead! That b.i.t.c.h is dead! Hahaha! Heaven has eyes! Hahaha!”

Lin Bai's fox eyes squinted dangerously, “Heaven has eyes?”

He flipped his hand and shot out a rain of arrows towards Chuchu. Chuchu suffered from the pain of the arrows entering her body, all of them avoiding the vital organs. She screamed in pain and rolled around as they continued to hurt her without killing her.

It was as Yun Huan had said: to let her live a life worse than death.

In the room, Yun Huan gently placed Qin Yi on the bed, pinched her cheeks, and spoke gently, “I know you love being clean. Let me help you wipe your face.”

He brought a bucket of warm water and carefully dabbed away the blood on her face. He was so gentle, as though the person on bed was a porcelain doll that would break with some mishandling.

Yun Huan carefully pulled a dagger out, applying pressure on Qin Yi's wound until she stopped bleeding before releasing his hand.

He kissed Qin Yi on the cheeks and spoke as though he was consoling a child, “I will wipe your body now. Don't be afraid, I'll be gentle.”

Yun Huan tore the bloodied part of Qin Yi's s.h.i.+rt that was wounded, revealing snowy white skin. It felt extremely exquisite to the touch and eye-catching in contrast to the sinister wound.

Not a sign of demonic anger appeared in Yun Huan's eyes, only sincerity. He carefully cleansed her wound and applied medication. As he looked at the wound on her snowy skin, his fingers trembled.

He lightly went over it as his eyes revealed tenderness.

“Does it hurt? It must have hurt. I was wrong, Qiqi. Will you ever forgive me?”

Yun Huan's voice was extremely low with a lot of pain. He stooped down as his sensual lips stopped at the wound, “Does it hurt? I'll bear the pain with you.”

With a groan, his belly started bleeding as well. He released the blade in his hand, ignoring the wound and focusing on kissing the sleeping beauty on her lips.

“This is just fine, I'll accompany you and not let you be lonely.”

That's right. He knew how much the little brat was afraid to be alone. How could he bear to leave her be? He had to accompany her.

Yun Huan helped Qin Yi change into a new set of clothes, an old fas.h.i.+oned long, black dress that was grand and graceful. It suited Qin Yi perfectly.

Yun Huan found a comb and crouched by the side of the bed to comb Qin Yi's hair. He reached for the uneven shoulder length hair, knowing it was cut with a blade.

Yun Huan combed Qin Yi's hair tenderly, making it neat before using a silver hairband to tie her hair up.