Ling Moyuan had been searching for Mo Jing on his back, but every time he felt he was very close, he found out it wasn't her.

Mo Jing's condition worsened; the toxins began to spread to her face, causing it to turn bluish-purple and swell. She also experienced difficulty breathing and a feeling of pressure in her chest. Even her vision began to blur.

The sun had completely set, and the afterglow of the setting sun illuminated Ling Moyuan's face, which resembled a sculpted work of art. Mo Jing was close by, clinging to his strong back, her body rising and falling with each step he took. The warmth of his body radiated through the thin fabric to Mo Jing.

Although her vision was starting to blur, she still felt she could see every expression on his face clearly, and even know the rhythm of his every breath.

They walked for an unknown amount of time. During this time, Ling Moyuan didn't even drink a drop of water, trying to save time. Mo Jing was completely exhausted and couldn't eat anything.

The sky had darkened. The interior of the Black Forest was different from the exterior; the trees inside were so large that they could block out the entire moonlight, leaving one completely dark.

At night, however, there are far more unknown dangers than during the day.

In the past, Ling Moyuan would prepare in advance and never take action at night, but now he had to race against time.

They wore glow-in-the-dark glasses on their faces, which were green and looked like a pair of wolf eyes from a distance, allowing them to see clearly at night.

Mo Jing remained in a daze, sometimes conscious and sometimes unconscious.

"Ling Moyuan, do you like me?" Mo Jing's head felt heavy, and her whole body ached.

"Idiot." Ling Moyuan paused for a moment, then continued walking. Shouldn't he have known this already?

"If I survive this ordeal, I will... I will..." Mo Jing felt her head was really heavy. She was only halfway through what she wanted to say when she leaned her head against his back. She was so tired and wanted to sleep.

Ling Moyuan felt the movement of the person on his back, and looking at the night sky, a worried expression reappeared on his face, and he quickened his pace again.

After walking for about another hour, Mo Jing's condition had become extremely serious. Her clothes, which she had changed into, were once again completely soaked with sweat. Her pulse was slowing, her heart rate was irregular, and even her breath had a peculiar odor.

"Mo Jing, Mo Jing..." Ling Moyuan called Mo Jing's name desperately, trying not to let her fall asleep.

"Mo Yuan, I'm so sleepy!"

"Don't sleep yet, talk to me. I get bored walking alone." Ling Moyuan tried to distract Mo Jing by changing the subject.

"You... what do you want to say?" In fact, Mo Jing was completely unconscious at this point; she was just responding instinctively because Ling Moyuan kept calling her.

"We can talk about anything, or maybe you can talk about whether you have someone you like?" Actually, Ling Moyuan asked this question casually. He had seen Mo Jing's information before, and apart from Han Wenlei, she had never liked anyone before.

"I...I don't want to like someone, they...they'll lie to me, they'll skin me alive." Mo Jing mumbled to herself, completely unaware of what she was saying.

But Ling Moyuan was stunned for a moment. What did he mean by "skinning me"?

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