Inside the iron fence, Nan Fei lowered her head and leaned against Gongxi Yunqi's chest, allowing him to guide her discreetly toward an inconspicuous corner. Tears streamed uncontrollably from her tightly shut eyes.
The stinging pain from the light grew hotter and hotter, but she paid it no attention. Instead, she focused all her energy on listening. She heard familiar voices, so distant yet shockingly clear. The voices of Lu Jin, Lin Yizhong, and most importantly—Bei Jiang—filled her ears.
Nan Fei clutched Gongxi Yunqi's clothes tightly and exclaimed, "Yunqi, I heard Huo Beijiang's voice! He's nearby, let's go see him."
"Where? Are you sure?"
"I'm sure, he's right there." Nan Fei, attuned to the direction of the sound, pointed directly at the highest sniper point.
