Suddenly, warmth spread across her right hand.
Sang Yan looked up to find He Ying had grasped her hand.
He gazed at her tenderly, his slender hand firmly holding hers.
Their intertwined fingers were completely concealed by their wide sleeves.
"Don't be afraid."
His voice was soothing as he added, using colloquial speech, "I'm here. I swear to protect you to the death. Don't do anything foolish."
Sang Yan felt a sour ache in her chest, and her eyes began to feel warm.
But at this moment, tears were the most useless things; instead, they would only make one appear weak.
She blinked back the tears, restraining them, and thought carefully: Qi Jiu was right. They were outmatched right now; if it came to a direct conflict, they wouldn't even be an appetizer for Qi Jiu's people.
Unless… they could find reinforcements.
