The two of them picked up their pace, running through the pitch-black village.
The girls locked away in narrow rooms were unwilling to trust them at first, but soon, more and more wanted to escape…
Once freed, the girls stepped onto the dirt, their faces streaked with tears.
Lilia gripped Hou Xiaobei's hand tightly. "That should be about all of them. Hou Xiaobei, didn't you make a plan with Ya Lun? When is he coming to get us out of here?"
Hou Xiaobei spoke coolly, "Why do you ask about Ya Lun first? Are you in love with him?"
Lilia paused, then nodded, a shy expression appearing on her face.
The mere mention of his name brought a look of pure bliss to Lilia's face. "Ya Lun and I grew up together. He's the village's Saint Heir. I see him as a god…
He's gentle, kind, cheerful, and handsome. If he knew what happened to me, his heart would definitely ache for me!
Also, when I was very little, he said… he said he would marry me…"
