The bespectacled, middle-aged man's hands were still pressed on Ji Nuan's body, tugging against her zipper.

Such a dirty scene made her blood turn cold. Upon meeting Mo Jingshen's gaze, she felt as though she had been plunged into an ice pool. A violent storm had begun stirring in Mo Jingshen's clear eyes.

Ji Nuan was disoriented for a moment; wasn't he in Hai City? Why was he in T City?

Was she experiencing a hallucination from the fright?

She could not speak and could only stare in his direction with vacant eyes; as though he was the only source of warm light in the bleak darkness; as though she was finally rescued from the frightening fog of both lives and could finally breathe.

She could barely see how he had approached and only noticed that the man on top of her had suddenly yelled in pain. The sound of bones cracking, as though his elbow had been broken, rang through the room. She tried her best to focus her vision and saw that Mo Jingshen was only an arm's distance away from her. His cold eyes did not even blink as he twisted the bespectacled man's arm, tossing him onto the ground.

The weight on her body was removed. A second later, she felt a coat with a familiar, clean scent cover her.

Ji Nuan tiredly closed her eyes, forcing the tears away. She could hear the man shouting in pain right by her ear. She did not know what Mo Jingshen was doing, nor did she wish to look. At this moment, it did not matter to her even if someone were to lose their life.

Upon falling onto the ground, the man received another kick, pushing him two meters away. He was thrown against the wall; his head slammed heavily against that pebbled wall. He pointed at Mo Jingshen, who had suddenly shown up, with a trembling finger as though wanting to speak. However, his voice was covered by the sound of the door opening.

Feng Ling quickly entered, and upon seeing the scene, she immediately understood. She was about to rush in when she heard Mo Jingshen's cold voice. "Close the doors!"

Feng Ling glanced at Ji Nuan who was on the bed and quickly slammed the doors shut, protecting her from the gaze of the policemen outside.

Ji Nuan was heavily disoriented and was suddenly supported to sit up. She opened her eyes to see Mo Jingshen's face and wanted to ask why he was here in T City. However, the moment she shifted her lips, the pain from her blood crusted lips and her sore cheek caused her to furrow her brows. She then heard Mo Jingshen's voice by her ear, "If it hurts, don't speak. I'm here."

Although his voice was ice-cold and low, he was gently coaxing her. As he comforted her, he tightened the coat around the top half of her body and gently pushed aside the hair covered in blood on her forehead. Seeing the wound there, he then gently tilted her face to check the hand mark on her cheek. The murderous intent in his eyes was as clear as day.

Even though Ji Nuan understood that she was no longer in danger, she could not stop her body from trembling. Her heart was still frantic from the struggle and fear from earlier. She wanted to calm down, but the experience from both her lifetimes was replaying in her mind, destroying her rationality.

Her body and hands were shuddering, and her eyes were slowly opening and closing. Beneath her eyes, her skin was covered in blood, while her eyelashes trembled, holding in the tears that were about to fall.

Mo Jingshen hugged her shivering body tightly. He held her hair with one hand while speaking coaxingly into her ears, "Don't be scared. I'm right here, right in front of you. Its all over. Be good, close your eyes. Don't listen to anything and don't look at anything!"

Ji Nuan did not move. Mo Jingshen raised his hand, gently covering her eyes. "Don't be scared, en?"

Feng Ling saw that Ji Nuan was disheveled and her forehead was bleeding. Abruptly, she delivered a heavy kick between the bespectacled man's legs. His pitiful crying noise led Ji Nuan to tremble once more in Mo Jingshen's arms, as though every time she heard his voice, she would experience the same fright.

"Cripple him and block his mouth. He's too noisy." Mo Jingshen saw that Ji Nuan was too frightened right now and sternly commanded.

Feng Ling quickly picked up a piece of clothing from the ground, balling it up and shoving it in the man's face. She then stepped on his leg heavily, causing him to groan from the pain. A heavy kick then smashed against his head.

Only one pained groaning sound could be heard in the room. The bespectacled man's head was covered in blood and sweat. Finally, he collapsed against the corner of the wall, staring at the short-haired woman before him in fright.

He trembled and tried to shift away but was still heavily kicked in his stomach. This heavy blow caused the man's eyes to almost fall out of their sockets. Following which, there was the sound of an arm being broken.

Even though his lips were blocked, the pitiful groaning sound still revealed how torturous and painful the revenge he was enduring was.

Ji Nuan leaned in Mo Jingshen's embrace with her eyes shut. Although her eyes were blocked by his hand, the red and swollen patch of skin on her face was still a ghastly sight.

The pitiful crying sounds continued. All of a sudden, Ji Nuan's hand came into contact with the small knife she had previously left on the bed.

She froze and suddenly held that knife tightly. She said hoarsely, "Jingshen, put me down!"

Mo Jingshen glanced at her and released her. Although Ji Nuan was extremely disheveled and her head was covered in blood, Mo Jingshen's coat around gave her a lot of security.

She turned around, staring at that bespectacled man who laid against the wall, experiencing a pain worse than death. She suddenly climbed off the bed. Feng Ling turned back and saw that Ji Nuan could barely stand. She wanted to rush up to support her but was stopped by Mo Jingshen's gaze.

Seeing that Mo Jingshen did not stop her, Feng Ling faltered and took a step backward.

Unsurprisingly, Ji Nuan opened the knife in her hand. She looked at the disgusting man who had barely any breath left in him. Seeing his fatty body, the scene from her previous life began flashing past her eyes once more. She was not sure where the strength came from, but she abruptly threw herself forward and stabbed the knife painfully into his palm.

The bespectacled man instantly began twitching in pain. He opened his bloodshot eyes to stare at her in disbelief.

This was the hand that was pulling off her clothes earlier!

Ji Nuan tugged the knife out with force and slammed it back into his thigh. Seeing the blood oozing out, her frightened and stifled heart finally felt a bit better.

She continued waving the knife without blinking, stabbing him over and over again. Even when the man was covered in blood, she did not stop.

"Mrs. Mo..." Seeing this scene, Feng Ling wanted to step forward. However, she saw that although Ji Nuan's movements were harsh, most of the wounds were targeted at the man's legs, hands, or elbows. They did not land on any vital spots.

Feng Ling stopped, allowing Ji Nuan to vent as madly as she pleased.