Tears swirled in Xiao Xiao's beautiful eyes. She smelled a familiar scent and saw Ye Qingchen's face; it felt like a dream. She clung tightly to him, determined to hold on even if this was a dream, never to let go again.
Ye Qingchen felt Xiao Xiao's weakness, yet her arms held him with surprising strength, as if she feared that loosening her grip would mean losing him forever. Anguish and remorse filled his heart.
Ye Qingchen embraced Xiao Xiao tightly as well. "Xiao Xiao, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he said. "I should never have said those words. I was wrong!"
Ye Qingchen truly regretted his actions. Xiao Xiao was still just a child. Although she was now a Ninth-Layer expert of the Martial Spirit Realm, she still needed to rely on him. He was her only kin, her sole emotional support, yet he had hurt her with his words. It was absolutely inexcusable.
Xiao Xiao replied weakly, "Young Master, as long as you still want me, then nothing I do will feel like a hardship."
