1893. His white moonlight, his cinnabar mole
The woman standing at the doorway was very beautiful.
There was a kind of masculine heroism about her, but it didn't feel out of place at all; it made her pleasing to the eye.
Especially when she saw Yu Lingqian covered in blood, his face deathly pale—what showed on her face and in her eyes was worry that definitely wasn't what a normal friend should have.
She didn't know why; maybe it was just a woman's intuition, but Mu Anran suddenly felt a sense of crisis from the woman who had appeared at the door.
Could this woman be the Shen Jiaoyang that Song Jiaqi had mentioned?
Mu Anran hadn't even had time to collect herself before she saw Arthur and Shen Jiaoyang already charging in, throwing themselves into the fray.
When Arthur made his move, Yuh Jinyang and Ye Zhuoming also forced themselves up, summoning the last of their strength.
The three men launched a joint attack on Yu Lingqian from different directions.
