'It's not the same as it was before,' Li Meirong thought. 'I'm not alone anymore. I've got Zhu Qingyue here to help me.' Her legs suddenly gave way beneath her with the intensity of the relief flooding through her.
Yet instead of collapsing to the hard concrete, Zhu Qingyue caught her. His arms hooked beneath her thighs and back as he lifted her bridal style.
Li Meirong pressed her tear-stained face against his neck, finding the sensation unusually chill as she leaned further into his hold.
It was strange for him to feel so cold, but it mattered little to her. She knew she could rely on him and was glad for it. She needed Zhu Qingyue's support to help her avenge Chou.
As he was such a prominent figure in the sect, Li Meirong was certain that Zhu Qingyue could be a pillar of support against Senior Wei. Surely, with a word from the Bestiary Division's Grandmaster, or his son, Chou's death wouldn't go unpunished.
