That was right; the nightmare was finally over. Now, not only were there no more dangers in these War Relics, but they had also become Tu Xiao'an's private property.
Was it over? Was it really all over? Luo Ziyun lowered her head slightly. Gazing at Tu Xiao'an's extraordinarily handsome face, she suddenly felt an unparalleled sense of security.
This sense of security felt alien to her; a woman like her had never experienced such safety from someone else before. Only at this very moment did she truly feel like a woman—one who finally had someone to rely on and a place to belong.
