"Ouch…" Nán Wǎnyān instinctively cried out in pain, blood streaming from her forehead. The man behind her let out a furious growl —,She was an ordinary girl, yet she harbored a deep affection for this menacing man before her—the current Wing King, Gu Mo寒. She was willing to give him everything.,After dressing himself, he turned away without a backward glance and left. "What bad luck!"。