Zhao Youlin was stunned. Soon, she understood what Mu Tingfeng had meant.
Even though she was not a frail and weak woman who had to always rely on a man's protection, there was no way she could defend against dangerous weapons such as a bullet on her own. Therefore, upon hearing Mu Tingfeng's words, the feeling of warmth inexplicably bloomed in Zhao Youlin's heart.
The corners of her lips slightly curved upward. Zhao Youlin continued on the previous topic, "I never thought I would see my own grave at the cemetery."
She clearly felt that the person who was hugging her had turned stiff. Zhao Youlin patted his back to calm him down.
"That feeling… how should I put it… it feels strange. Apparently, I am still alive, yet I am watching my past from another angle. I also wondered what had happened to me just then. By the time I recovered my senses, I had already walked over there. As such, I had to lie my way through in order to cover up my true identity."
