At this moment, Song Tingfan's mind was filled with his sister-in-law relying on him, saying she wasn't afraid with him around.
His restless heart seemed to find some peace.
"Sister-in-law, don't be afraid."
Though the words were light, Lin Qiao paused for a moment. She knew her feelings for the antagonist were an act, but the antagonist's feelings for his sister-in-law were genuine.
For a moment, she had the illusion of being moved.
Soon she shook her head. No, she wouldn't let the antagonist lead her astray.
She would steer the antagonist onto the "right path."
"Sister-in-law, don't be afraid."
...
At night, Song Tingfan stayed by Lin Qiao's door. Lin Qiao worried the antagonist would catch a cold and told him, "Little uncle, go inside and sleep. I hid a knife under my pillow; they won't dare to come."
In the dark, Song Tingfan held a kitchen knife, stubbornly shaking his head, "Sister-in-law, you go to sleep."
