"So, I went in to save Yan Zao, didn't see her, and ended up saving Yu Yesang by chance."
Yan Zao glared.
Dai Xinmeng quickly extended her hand, grabbed Yan Zao's arm, and pinched it hard to remind her of her identity.
She stopped in her tracks, but she couldn't control the emotion in her eyes, and she stood there stunned, staring blankly at the man in front of her who had grown up with her since childhood.
'I went in to save Yan Zao, didn't see Yan Zao, and ended up saving Yu Yesang by chance...'
Yan Zao kept repeating Lan Mu's words over and over in her ear, the scene of the big fire where Lan Mu carried Yu Yesang out of the inferno flashing through her mind.
The scar under her armpit throbbed with a dull pain, and she tightened her arms.
She shook her head.
How could he have gone in to save her?
She had been shouting his name in such desperation and helplessness, begging him over and over to save her, how could he have not heard her.
