My Beloved

[A/N: 200 CHAPTER! YAY!!! >.< ]

Han Luo's eyes widened in horror as she saw several men grabbing onto a struggling man. The person couldn't scream as his mouth was covered with a piece of cloth. She could only hear his muffled sound.

Two men took out daggers in their hands and relentlessly stabbed him. There was no hesitation in their movements and they brutally jabbed the daggers on his body.

The poor man moved a couple of times and then finally stilled. Those killers stopped butchering him when they realized that he had died. They threw the body in the darkest corner. It was a neat job. It didn't look like it was the first time they did it. They weren't just simple thugs.

Han Luo felt chills run down her spine. It was spring but she shivered like a puppy in the winter. Her legs turned to jelly. She couldn't move. Her heart shook like a balloon.

For the first time, she saw something brutal. It was a good thing that in the darkness she couldn't see any blood or she would have fainted on the spot.

Her mind was still in a daze and she had yet to figure out what she was supposed to do. Just then, someone called out from behind.

"Ah Luo, what are you doing?"

Han Luo was jolted and turned around. She saw Mo Yuan standing behind her with a confused look.

Seeing that blood drained from her face, he became worried. He stepped closer and asked, "Ah Luo, why do you look like that?"

"N-nothing, just… let's get out of here. Quickly!" Han Luo stuttered in a low tone and dragged Mo Yuan out of that place. The only thing that came to her mind as they had to escape before the killers realized that they had a witness.

Her nails were digging onto his arm. Mo Yuan gave her a quick observant look but said nothing. He turned around to see where she was standing before but saw nothing suspicious. He couldn't imagine what made a brave heart like her such a scaredy cat.

They strolled thirty five minutes straight in the crowded area. Although it was eight in the evening, the sun was not in a hurry to go down. It was taking its sweet time.

Mo Yuan couldn't keep up with Han Luo's silence and nervousness anymore and paused on his track making her stop from walking.

"I think we have come far enough. Ah Luo, what's bothering you?" Mo Yuan gently asked. He had never seen her frightened like before.

Han Luo witnessed a murder for the first time in her life. Maybe her young age and lack of experience both played a role or maybe it had nothing to do with it, she was scared out of her wits.

She never had such a horrifying experience before and she had no interest in experiencing something like that in the future. She wished to forget everything she had just seen. If there was a chance for her to rewrite her memory, she would have done that by now.

Han Luo didn't respond to Mo Yuan's question. She was too busy to overcome her fear. She desperately looked around and found out that they were in ChinaTown. Seeing a familiar area, Han Luo calmed down a little. She pulled Mo Yuan to her favorite restaurant.

Han Luo chose a private room for them and sat down. She poured a glass of water and gulped it down. One glass of water wasn't enough to moisten her dry throat. She chugged down another glass of water.

Finally, after being in a familiar place, she relaxed her body. She leaned forward and put her head on her knees. She took deep breaths to calm her racing heart.

Mo Yuan sat across the table. He quietly observed her. The waiter came and he ordered for both of them. After he left, Han Luo still didn't move from her position.

In the end, Mo Yuan helplessly told her, "Ah Luo, you have to speak up or I won't know what to do."

Han Luo slowly raised her head. Her face gained some colors but her eyes turned red.

Mo Yuan hardly saw her crying. The last time she wailed in his arms was three years ago in Paris. He moved beside her and cupped her face. He put on a serious expression and asked, "Ah Luo, what happened? Who hurt you?"

Han Luo bit down her lower lip, unable to voice out her worry. She could be young but maybe she had watched too many action movies, she knew that she shouldn't drag her big brother Yuan to the danger.

She reached out and held his left arm. She squeezed his arm and mumbled. "Big brother Yuan, I feel sick."

"Sick?" Mo Yuan checked her temperature by touching her forehead. Her body was colder that was unusual. He asked, "Do you have low pressure? Is your head spinning? What about your heart? Can you breathe properly? Should I take you to the hospital?"

Han Luo shook her head and deeply looked at him in the eyes. "No, no, you don't have to do anything. Just stay by my side, okay? I don't need anything else."

Mo Yuan tenderly stroked her head and inquired, "But why do you suddenly feel sick? Could it be you are working too hard these days?"

Han Luo averted her gaze. She couldn't say 'yes' or 'no'. She only tightened his grip on him.

Mo Yuan quietly stated, "I will tell mom to reduce your work if you can't take it."

Although he didn't believe that she was feeling sick because of her work pressure, he pretended to go along with her. He wasn't dumb enough to trust her words when she looked like she had seen a ghost. Even if she didn't see a ghost, she at least saw something that made a touch girl like her curl up in fear. He tried to visualize what she had seen.

Han Luo tugged his sleeve and softly asked, "Big brother Yuan, can I sleep at your house tonight? I don't want to go home."