As noon approached, Li Qiao had wandered about a third of the Secret Hall, her pace becoming increasingly listless.
Shang Yu hooked his arm around her waist, his tall figure enveloping her as he looked down and asked, "Tired?"
"Yeah, a little."
The Secret Hall was too vast, beyond her expectations.
Shang Yu tightened his embrace and arched his thick eyebrows, "Shall we go back to rest?"
Propped against his shoulder, Li Qiao nodded slightly, "OK, we can come back another time."
The Secret Hall assessment... when the time was right, she could indeed give it a try.
A few of them walked back towards the entrance along the air-raid shelter, Li Qiao lazily leaning on the man, and before long, they had returned to the valley.
Zuo Xuan and Zuo Tang stood outside the iron gate, watching them leave. As the helicopter slowly ascended, the wind from the rotors tousled their hair.
