Lu Hualiang's heart tightened.
He stepped over a pile of bodies and strode towards her.
"Why is there so much blood? Where are you hurt?"
Xia Weibao didn't speak, but tears welled up in her eyes.
Seeing her cry, Lu Hualiang's heart throbbed even more, and he wrapped one arm around her shoulder, slipping the other under her knees, wanting to lift her up.
"Summon the Tai..."
"I am so scared."
Before he could pick her up, Xia Weibao wrapped her arms around his nose, burying her head in his neck.
His body reeked of blood, whether it was his or someone else's was uncertain.
The stench was overpowering and unpleasant, but she found comfort in it.
This close embrace allowed her to clearly feel his heartbeat, proving that this man was still alive.
Lu Hualiang felt a warm liquid seep into his neck, so hot it burned his skin.
He softly pulled her into his embrace, gently patting her back, "Don't be afraid, with me here, no one can hurt you."
"I feared I might never see you again."
