Yang Ning pressed her hands over her ears, sinking to the floor of the carriage to shield herself from the terrifying noise of clashing swords and the agonized groans of combatants.
Her hands trembled as she murmured a fervent prayer in fear, "Zheng Liang, please be safe."
"He will be unharmed," she assured herself.
"The male lead never dies. He can't die." Her voice wavered in a low whisper, her eyes squeezed tightly shut.
Unbidden tears began to stream down her cheeks. She had always seen herself as strong and a bold person with no fears. Even when facing a wild bear, she maintained her composure, fighting to save her own life.
She had always believed that, regardless of the circumstances, she would maintain her composure, confronting every situation with courage and unwavering resolve.
