Wu Zhong picked her up.
His movements were gentle, in stark contrast with his usual sternness, yet even so, Ye Lingyue couldn't stop her body from trembling uncontrollably.
It was an instinctual fear of this man.
Even though his arrival had resolved her crisis, it seemed to have brought about an even greater one.
This man was beyond her control.
Ye Lingyue wanted to struggle, but her body wouldn't obey her commands.
The glimmering golden light made Ye Lingyue's heart skip a beat as she tried to lift her head.
Suddenly, a pair of hands covered her eyes.
"Little Yueyue, you are too presumptuous," Wu Zhong said through gritted teeth.
Tears, cold ones, she realized she was crying.
She didn't know if it was from humiliation, or the terror inside her, but Ye Lingyue couldn't help but let the tears flow.
She was a tough person who never wept even in life-threatening danger, but now, she found herself crying uncontrollably.
The tears were painfully warm.
"Feng... Xin."
