Mo Hexuan slowly loosened his fingers, an indescribable sense of defeat hit him as he let go, and he lowered his head, burying his face in Qin Youxue's steadily rising and falling chest.
"Get up..." he said softly, "Jian Yang has come looking for you..."
...
Qin Youxue felt herself slipping into a tranquil darkness.
It was peaceful and warm there, wrapping around her, allowing her to avoid the harm from the outside world.
She felt it was good like this.
She had already forgotten why she hid here, but dimly remembered that someone outside would hurt her.
She was very scared.
Someone was calling her name.
"Qin Youxue."
"Qin Youxue."
"Qin Youxue."
Again and again, endlessly.
She covered her ears, somewhat annoyed, thinking, don't bother me, can't I just have a moment of peace alone?
"Youxue."
A boy with a clear voice was calling her name from not far away.
Qin Youxue froze for a moment, slowly lifting her head to look ahead.
