The little girl was breaking into an increasingly heavy sweat.
All of a sudden, the little girl in his arms began to cry...
Beiming Han thought she was uncomfortable and quickly let go of her. He cupped her face and with furrowed brows called out to her, "Little girl, wake up... you're safe now. Open your eyes and look around."
Even though Gu Qingxin heard Beiming Han's voice, she thought she was dreaming. Her long eyelashes trembled slightly; finally, she opened her eyes. The room was dimly lit, and the face of the man in front of her was blurred...
"Wahh... horrible... wahh... I am dirty... dirty!" Gu Qingxin abruptly raised her hands to cover her face, starting to cry even harder.
"No, you're not dirty. You are still clean. That evil man didn't touch you," Beiming Han pulled her hands away, grasping her chin and forcing her to look at him.
With disbelief, Gu Qingxin blinked her tear-soaked eyes and sniffled, "Really? I wasn't touched by that horrible man...?"
