Meiying continuously shook her head, furiously rubbing her tears away on Dyon's shirt and trying to stop them from falling. No one knew more than her how important time was. 'I can't be crying right now!'
However, as much as she wanted to, she couldn't.
Dyon didn't press her. At this point, he cared little for what big moves the Daiyu were making and what the ramifications would be. What would happen would happen, but there was no reason why a girl just about his age should have to carry such a burden on her own. She had earned every right to cry as she pleased and Dyon dared anyone to say otherwise.
As for the World Tournament? That was even further from his mind. He hadn't hesitated to abandon it when he knew Meiying's life was on the line, and since he was already gone, whether he came back sooner or later didn't matter to him.
"I'm – I..." Meiying tried to speak, but she couldn't get the words out.
