An Xiaotong slowly stopped her crying, cried for a while, and felt much better.
Then she realized she was being held in Du Tian's arms.
Her face instantly flushed red.
In a panic, she pushed Du Tian away.
Having just finished his call, Du Tian saw An Xiaotong's expression and let go of her as well.
Yet, the scent and soft touch seemed to linger on his chest.
He clenched his hand into a fist, raised it to his lips, and coughed lightly a few times in embarrassment.
And An Xiaotong lowered her head.
After a long while, Du Tian finally spoke, "The traffickers have been caught, and there were three other girls with you who were almost trafficked as well..."
An Xiaotong suddenly looked up.
She stared blankly at Du Tian.
The shyness in her eyes slowly faded, and her complexion became somewhat pale.
Her pitch-black eyes churned with intricate and hard-to-discern thoughts.
It was cold, it was hatred, and perhaps also heartache and confusion.
