"Mo Qian..."
Overwhelmed by extreme fear, Ji Wei clung tightly to the man's sleeve, refusing to let go.
Gu Moqian lowered his gaze. By the light of the moon, he saw the woman's pale, petite face, her eyes filled with fleeting panic.
It was the most instinctive reaction when confronted with death and fear.
Gu Moqian fixed his eyes on her uneasy gaze for a long moment. Then, he pulled her firmly into his arms and whispered softly in her ear, "As long as I'm here, they wouldn't dare harm you. Not even a little. You'll be fine."
His voice carried an innate confidence and resolve, and his promise, as always, was utterly reliable.
In this life-and-death moment, he was her pillar of strength.
Ji Wei quickly regained her composure, bit her lower lip, and nodded at him with unyielding determination. "I trust you."
Once the gunfire had completely ceased, another man dressed in black approached them.
