Young Master Gu, Please Be Gentle

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Gu Mohan lifted his arm and knocked on the door, Knock, knock, knock. He knocked rhythmically. "Mo'er, open the door now!"

There wasn't any sound in the room.

Gu Mohan's handsome facial features were drenched with cold raindrops, only making his features appear even more cold. "Mo'er, be good. Open the door. You know this door won't be able to stop me."

There still wasn't any sound inside.

Gu Mohan frowned, his chest tensing up and Huo Beichen rushed over with a key in his hand. "Second Brother, here's the key."

Gu Mohan took the key from him and hurriedly opened the room door.

The room was pitch black, the lights were not switched on. As he walked inside, the soft and large bed seemed to be empty, with no signs of anyone.

Where was Tang Mo'er?

Gu Mohan's eagle-like gaze scanned around the room, before finally landing on a dark corner.

A small figure was huddled there.

Piak. Gu Mohan switched on the room lights and lit up the room. The moment he saw what was in front of him, his black pupils instantly contracted.

Mo'er…

The maid had given her a clean white dress to change into, but the dress was fully stained with blood. A small knife was thrown on the carpet and her right wrist hung down lifelessly. There was a blood wound on her wrist and a stream of blood flowed out, staining the carpet an angry red.

She had slashed her own wrist with a knife.

Hugging her knees together with her other slender arm, her tiny face was buried in her knees and she formed a pitiful figure. Her silky long hair was scattered over her tiny face, fully covering it and she was hunched in the corner, like a lonely, forsaken woman.

Huo Beichen was stunned when he saw the scene in front of him. In that instant, he suddenly felt his heart wrenching in pain. It truly hurt.

It was an unfamiliar feeling, he didn't know what to do with himself.

Gu Mohan slowly walked in front and crouched down in front of her, before he stretched out one arm and applied pressure on her wound, the blood was warm but her body was ice cold.

There was no response from her, not a twitch. Nothing.

She was freezing, there wasn't any warmth left.

Her eyes were bloodshot and she was just like a ceramic doll that had fallen on the ground, broken and emotionless. For a moment, he didn't dare to touch her.

Stretching his hand out, he held onto the back of her head and pulled her in his arms. "Mo'er, Mo'er, talk to me."

Tang Mo'er was in too much pain. The love pea poison was simply too strong and she could no longer hold it in.

And so she had found a small knife and slashed her own wrist.

After seeing the blood flow out her wrist profusely, her consciousness also faded out and she didn't feel the pain anymore.

Mo'er.

Mo'er.

Who was calling her?

The voice sounded familiar, it was deep and magnetic, she recalled the first time they had met each other three years ago. Back then, she had fallen into his arms and his first words were—-I don't know you.

When she actually thought about it, if only she hadn't pestered him that fateful day, she would have eventually found another way to escape. That way, things wouldn't have ended up the way they did, and not have lost her heart.

If only.

She wouldn't have hurt herself this badly.

Tang Mo'er moved her ice-cold body and twitched, all her senses were preoccupied with one feeling, pain.

Hiss.

She sucked in a breath while in his embrace.

After hearing her response, Gu Mohan let out a breath of relief and his Adam's apple moved around vigorously. As he held her tightly in his arms, a deep frown marred his features. All he wanted to do was to just hug her so tightly that she would fuse into his blood and bones. He wanted to become one with her.

All his life, he had never known what fear was like. But now, at this moment, he was very afraid.

He was afraid of losing her.