"I am here, Long Zhao Feng." Xiao Yue replied, taking his hand in hers.
"Closer," he said, pulling at her hand.
Xiao Yue shuffled closer to him.
"Are you hurt anywhere?"
Xiao Yue shook her head.
"Not at all. Thanks to you. I owe you for saving me."
Long Zhao Feng grinned.
"And I owe you for saving us all. Thanks for warning me in time."
"Thanks for believing me," Xiao Yue said.
"Thanks for doing your best for the antidote research."
"..."
"..."
Why the heck were they thanking each other so profusely? They both had one foot stepping into hell. If they had been a moment too late, they would be nothing but a huge pile of corpses, blue from deadly poison and full of rat bite marks. Adversity promoted camaraderie, did it not?
