"Yun Xiao probably knows much more than I do," Hong Yan had already knelt down and, picking up her shovel, was ready to descend the mountain. She still had to accompany Elder Yun to search for someone in Wolfhound Bay today.
But Bei Shan remained silently seated at the peak.
No wonder Yun Xiao had tried so hard to stop their family from entering; he probably already knew what would happen to Xia Dabao.
To save the Southern Zhao Kingdom, it required Xia Dabao's blood. He knew this, yet he didn't want Xia Dabao to die in such a way.
...
It was already broad daylight.
Yun Xiao was the first to awaken, and upon getting up, he realized he was leaning in a warm embrace, with Xia Dabao asleep against the back of the small cabin.
He gently lifted his head from her embrace, his mind repeatedly flashing back to her singing from the previous night.
In that moment, he suddenly understood what Xia Dabao meant by kinship.
After he woke up, it wasn't long before Xia Dabao also awoke.
