"I almost thought I was going to die here," An Hao sobbed quietly.
If Qin Jian hadn't come today, she had already decided to fight that rat to the death. No matter what, she couldn't abandon her purity and dignity.
"Silly girl, no matter what you lose, you mustn't easily throw away your life!" Qin Jian rubbed her hair, his heart feeling as if a blunt knife had carved out a piece.
An Hao cried for a while and then let go of Qin Jian, tilting her head up to look at him. She softly asked, "Did you come here on your own, or did you bring the troops with you?"
Qin Jian glanced at the tear-streaked face that hadn't dried yet. He raised his warm hand to gently wipe it away and replied, "I came by myself. The troops should be trailing behind. As soon as I heard you were kidnapped, I rushed here! What's the situation now? How many of them are left?"
