"Mr. Pei, this is between us. It has nothing to do with him, so leave him alone."
The moment Su Yuhan said this, not only Pei Jihao, but even Xia Xuyang was stunned.
He looked at the figure standing in front of him, remembering what his sister had told him. This was the person who, when everyone else had abandoned them, had faced down Gan Xiulan and a dozen bodyguards to rescue him and his sister from that bar.
Because he had been drunk, Xia Xuyang didn't remember the events of that night very clearly. But the ineffable sense of security he'd felt, and the touch and warmth of her body as she supported him, seemed to have been inadvertently imprinted on his very soul.
Even after so many days, the memory still left him in a strange daze. In fact, the passage of time had somehow made the hazy recollection even clearer.
