Instead of retreating, Mo Jing charged towards Feng Tianxiang. Wearing champagne-heeled high heels, she stepped rhythmically on the smooth marble. With a graceful sidestep, she grabbed Feng Tianxiang's wrist and twisted it forcefully to the side.

The pain in his wrist caused Feng Tianxiang to drop the knife from his hand, and with a swift grappling move, he completely subdued Feng Tianxiang.

Mo Jing's actions alerted the people around her. Someone quickly dialed the police, and all the security guards rushed out, took Feng Tianxiang from Mo Jing's hands, and pressed him firmly to the ground.

His face was pressed against the marble floor, almost distorted, his bloodshot eyes filled with intense resentment and unwillingness, and he was desperately shouting that he would make them suffer a terrible death. His appearance was truly frightening to those around him.

When Mo Jing turned around again, Ling Moyuan had already taken off his coat, but it seemed that his shirt underneath was also scorched. She could even see that the flesh on his back was directly burned.

Mo Jing's fingers trembled slightly as she tried to touch the wound; it must hurt a lot.

However, Ling Moyuan suddenly grabbed Mo Jing's hand, shook his head, and said softly in a deep, cello-like voice, "I'm fine, it's just a minor scratch."

Mo Jing looked at him with slightly reddened eyes. At this moment, the two security guards who had gone up to the roof to check on the black balloon came down and learned that it was filled with ordinary water. It seemed that Feng Tianxiang had used it to distract others.

The ambulance arrived quickly, and the first person to be carried in was the man with severe burns, followed by all the other injured people.

"You stay here and wait for the police! Make sure he doesn't escape!" Mo Jing looked at the ambulance beside her, then at Feng Tianxiang, who was pinned to the ground and unable to resist. The gentleness in her eyes had vanished, replaced by a sharp, cold glint.

At Mo Jing's insistence, Ling Moyuan also went to the hospital with her.

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The hospital was filled with the smell of disinfectant.

Mo Jing looked at Ling Moyuan's burned back, her heart aching, her eyes red and misty. The ointment in her hand was blurry, even though Ling Moyuan's injuries were not as serious as others'. Even the doctor had only prescribed some medicine for Mo Jing and had not done any further diagnosis.

But seeing this, Mo Jing still felt a pang of heartache. Her face was pale, and anyone who didn't know better would think she was the one who was injured. Her hands trembled violently as she held the ointment prescribed by the hospital. Then she gripped it tightly.

Ling Moyuan noticed Mo Jing's loss of composure, grabbed her hand, and stared intently at her face with his dark, deep pupils, smoothing her hair that was disheveled from fear: "Jingjing, my injury is really nothing."

Mo Jing's eyes finally welled up with tears. She hugged Ling Moyuan tightly, her voice choked with sobs, and said, "Moyuan, seeing you hurt because of me really hurts my heart. Ever since we met, you've always been the one helping me, and I've always been the one creating trouble and danger for you. Even so, I still selfishly don't want to let you go, I want to hold on to you tightly. What should I do? What should I do?"

Salty tears streamed down Mo Jing's cheeks, dripping onto Ling Mo's ancient bronze skin, burning hot.

"Then please hold me tight and don't let go." Ling Moyuan reached out and grasped Mo Jing's slender hand, their fingers intertwined, his cold eyes hiding a hint of tenderness.

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