My Beloved

Gregory Frost's cold eyes swept over the recently married couple. His blue metallic eyes locked on their joined hands. He narrowed his eyes.

"I've gone just for a few hours and you have caused quite some trouble, my bride."

Han Luo flinched under his gaze. She was so scared that she clung to her husband. Her eyelashes trembled as she gazed at his frosty eyes.

"I'm not your bride." Her voice quivered in the end.

Mo Yuan glanced at her and pulled her closer securely. He glanced at the man who was dyed in white with chilling eyes..

He stated, "Ah Luo and I are married. We belong to each other from the beginning. We have no business with you. If you don't want to cause trouble, I advise you to leave."

Unlike Han Luo, he didn't flinch. He was more angry at the devil who snatched his Han Luo away from him and made her suffer.

Gregory Frost's gaze landed on Mo Yuan. "What do you mean you're married?"

With Mo Yuan by her side, Han Luo became more courageous. She took a deep breath and replied, "We got married in a church."

Robert Scott's jaw dropped on the ground. He couldn't believe his ears. He gaped at them as if they did something stupid.

Gregory Frost's eyes became chilling. "You are quite bold, aren't you Luo? Is this how you pay me back?"

Han Luo wanted to laugh upon hearing his question.

"Did you repay my kindness with bloodshed and forced marriage? What kind of kindness did you show me? I do not want to marry you at all. Even if you are the last male on earth, I still won't prefer you."

Gregory Frost could feel hatred oozing from her voice. He felt bitter, obviously not liking the way she talked to him.

"Let's see if you still have the guts to say it again." He signaled at his assistant.

Although he didn't utter a word, Robert Scott understood what he meant. He instructed the black clothed men behind them, "Tie him up."

They acted swiftly. One of them kicked Mo Yuan's shin.

Mo yuan wasn't ready. His knees buckled before he fell to the ground with an audible thud. Before he could move, they grabbed his shoulders, pinning him down.

"Yuan!" Han Luo shouted. "Let him go, you jerks!" She threw kicks at those men.

Robert Scott stepped forward and held her arm. He politely told her, "Miss Luo Han, please come this way. It's dangerous here."

Who cared what he said?

Especially Han Luo didn't. With her free hand, she punched his face. "Get away from me!"

Robert Scott staggered back. He was surprised that this frail woman had that much strength in her knuckles.

At the same time, despite being pinned down, Mo Yuan used his free hand to fight back. 

When his left shoulder was free, he balanced his body with his left leg and stood up.

The man behind him struck him with the back part of the rifle. 

Mo Yuan's breath hitched. His vision turned dark for a moment before he grabbed the rifle and stood up.  action

That time, Han Luo punched Robert Scott and then turned toward Mo Yuan when she felt a tug in their joined hands.

She gasped when she saw Mo Yuan's head bleeding due to the strike from the rifle. Anger rose deep inside her heart.

"Who hurt him? I'll kill you! I'll kill you all!"

She shouted and with a murdering gaze strode toward the men who attacked Mo Yuan. 

Mo Yuan pulled her close to him and hugged her waist. "Stay close to me. Don't go anywhere." He hugged her in front of everyone. 

Han Luo wanted to protest but then she saw the men were pointing their guns at them. 

She shivered and hugged Mo Yuan's back. She had a feeling that they were going to die any minute now. She decided to stay with him no matter what.

She recalled when the priest told them to promise each other, "...till death do us apart."

She placed her head on his chest and breathed in and out. She heard Mo Yuan's heartbeats. His heart was thumping loudly. 

She realized he was also as scared as her. She wanted to assure him. 

She said, "Yuan, I'll be with you, until the end. Do you regret loving me?"

Mo Yuan frowned and reprimanded her in a low voice, "What are you saying? I'd rather die than live without you. Don't talk nonsense."

People said - one shares their innermost thoughts in grave danger.

Even though Mo Yuan and Han Luo were on the brink of death, they still didn't regret loving each other. 

If they were given a second chance, they would still choose each other and face the same danger even if they had to.

Love is strange. Love is foolish. Love is courageous. 

Those who have love, they can achieve anything.

Han Luo smiled. "Me too. I don't regret it either. If death awaits us, let's embrace it together."

Gregory Frost watched their live romance drama with bored eyes. 

He noticed Han Luo's smiling in a carefree manner in Mo Yuan's arms. His gaze turned murderous. 

Although he was expressionless, everyone around them could feel the chilling cold.

Before Han Luo or Mo Yuan could react, everyone heard the sound of a gun being fired.

Bang!

In the next moment, Mo Yuan's expression changed. His face twisted and he lowered his body.

"Yuan!" Han Luo exclaimed. She looked down and spotted red liquid dripping from his leg.

Blood.

Mo Yuan was shot on the right leg.

Han Luo's face ashen. Her head spun. Chills ran down her spine. All of a sudden, she had a hard time breathing.

'Blood… no way… big brother Yuan is hurt. Because of me he is bleeding. Once again… just like mommy and daddy…'

In her vision, she saw a white light flashing. She squeezed her eyes shut. Someone covered her eyes. She didn't know who.

Then, there was a huge crashing sound. She heard some people shouting. Then, there was a tremendous jerk.

Everything was so distant and yet the memory was vivid. 

"Ah Luo!" 

She heard Mo Yuan's voice in the distance. Her field of vision was blurry. Her consciousness was slipping away.

At that moment, she felt a pain on her scalp.

Someone yanked her hair and pulled her away from Mo Yuan.

'No…'