Yan Ye swallowed hard and continued to walk forward. He placed Beiting Huang on the bed and leaned sideways. He held her in his arms and gently patted her shoulder as if he was coaxing a child. Even though her every sob was like a sharp knife cutting his heart, he still didn't say anything and kept wiping her tears.
After an unknown period of time, the person in his arms slowly calmed down. Beiting Huang's arms tightened around his neck, not wanting to let go at all. She finally sobbed fiercely and said in a low voice, "I owe Xiaomo such a big favor. How am I going to repay him when the time comes?"
Yan Ye lowered his head and gently kissed her forehead. "Don't be afraid. Back then, when Emperor Mo just entered the Mandala Land, he happened to meet me and gave him some pointers on cultivation. We still have some interactions. The forces of the 33 Heavens are complicated. There will be plenty of opportunities to repay his kindness in the future."
