"So many people bullying a proper young lady in broad daylight, have you no shame?!"
As he spoke, the sound of a sword rang out.
A graceful young man dressed in dark clothing descended from the sky, snatching her away from the black-clad men and protecting her in his embrace.
With a few more punches and kicks, the black-clad man let out a miserable cry and was kicked to the ground.
The rest of the black-clad men surrounded him, intending to kill him.
But the young man made quick work of them, scattering them to the ground, crying out in pain.
In the blink of an eye, all the danger was resolved.
He saved her from the depths of danger.
Xia Caiying was instantly moved to tears, blurred by them.
She saw a resolute gaze, the side profile of a handsome young man as if carved by a blade.
He wasn't looking at her, but kept his thin lips tightly pressed, shielding her from all the crises.
He was really handsome.
Deep eyes, a handsome face, thin lips pressed tight.
