Comfort was to no avail, nor did calling her yield any fruit. He gently cradled her face and gave her a fine kiss.
When Xia Siyu came to, she averted her eyes, "I understand how to act it out now."
She was talking about acting, but Bo Yan knew that her emotions just now were not about that. The anger in her eyes was so earnest, it definitely wasn't something about acting; to perform panic, there was no need to exert so much effort.
The only emotion that could cause violent turmoil in Xia Siyu's heart must be related to her family. Her family, her mother, was her greatest weakness and her deepest secret.
She didn't wish to speak of it, and he didn't want to force her. But he also wanted to tell her that she was no longer alone; he would fight alongside her.
