Wen Shu tightly held the young cub, her arm forcefully pulled, her shoulder striking a cold, hard wall of flesh.
A chilling breath with a hint of blood approached near, hovering by her neck, a deep and familiar voice restrained its rage, speaking gently: "The cub looks a lot like you..."
Upon hearing the voice, Wen Shu's tense nerves relaxed somewhat, and she heard Rah murmur, "I will be good to them."
Huh?
These sudden words left Wen Shu a bit dumbfounded. She struggled with her arm but couldn't break free, and looked up at Rah.
Half of his face was shrouded in darkness, blood droplets slipping from pale lips, trailing along a sharp jawline, making his fierce visage even more intimidating.
Yet those piercing blue eyes, gazing silently at her, seemed like a deep, calm sea, rippling with a gentle tenderness enough to drown someone.
In that instant, Wen Shu seemed to once again see that clumsy fool...
