An Zhengnan's feet landed on an empty and open warehouse where things like swords and arrows were kept. He lowered her gently. "Stay here. I will try to knock him off, but in case I fail, use these weapons to protect yourself. You still have your talisman right?"
She nodded and observed her surroundings. It was dark and humid, but luckily there was a large door and window where fresh air kept pouring in. There were no streetlamps nor light bulb, so Ouyang Xueqing couldn't make out his expression clearly.
When he turned around, she instinctively grabbed his hand. His nails felt hard and it pierced her skin, but his skin was warm. Ouyang Xueqing stared at him and said solemnly. "Stay safe."
