The mute child’s eyes went wide, suspecting the fire poker might be a divine weapon capable of destroying gold.
As the door broke, the fragrance dispersed. Ren Miao covered his nose and grabbed the child and threw him inside.
The half-grown child couldn’t withstand such a concentrated dose of Bai Lu San and immediately passed out. Ren Miao, not daring to move rashly, covered his nose and stood upwind, waiting for the fragrance to dissipate before carefully stepping through the broken door.
As soon as he entered, he saw a person curled up in the corner, suffering immensely.
Moonlight like white gauze flowed through the broken door, illuminating the mess on the floor. The loud noise startled Yan Xiaohan, who slowly raised his head. His skin from the neck down was abnormally hot and flushed. His gaze was no longer clear, cold sweat sliding from his temples over his cheeks and highlighting his crimson eye sockets, almost like tear marks.
The visitor stood backlit, his face hidden in the darkness, his slender figure surprisingly matching the silhouette in his memory. He thought he was seeing an illusion and murmured hazily: “Jing Yuan…”
Ren Miao silently cursed and strode forward.
Unexpectedly, before his hand could touch Yan Xiaohan, the man suddenly jolted, as if recognizing his face or awakening from a trance. His blurred gaze refocused, and with an inexplicable strength, he pushed away Ren Miao’s hand.
“Go away…” he breathed difficultly, hoarsely, “Don’t touch me…”
The knife that had fallen to the ground was somehow back in his hand. Yan Xiaohan, with a trace of silver light between his fingers, was about to stab himself in the right arm.
In the blink of an eye, Ren Miao finally understood what was happening before him. Without a word, he pointed and pressed a specific acupoint on the man’s wrist, snatching the small knife from his hand.
With another strike to the side of Yan Xiaohan’s neck, Yan Xiaohan’s head tilted, immediately losing consciousness and falling softly into his arms.
The knife from earlier had almost pierced his heart. Ren Miao breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from his face, and bent down to hoist Yan Xiaohan. However, as soon as their bodies touched, something suddenly nudged his shoulder.
