The man's voice was cold and indifferent, almost robotic, devoid of any fluctuation or emotional modulation, as if perpetually frozen.
Yet it was this very voice.
That made Jiang Yuxin look up in surprise.
Under the reflection of the light, she could only see the man's sharp and handsome jawline. His pale, thin lips were dispassionately pursed. Through the white light, she seemed to peer into a pair of unrippled black eyes.
"...Ice cube?"
She spoke with a hoarse voice.
Tears kept rolling down her cheeks.
"Hmm."
Qian Yu didn't utter any unnecessary words. He cradled the little girl in his arms and walked briskly towards the exit.
Jiang Yuxin's heart was still racing. She nestled in the man's arms, her blood-stained hand tightly clutching the fabric of his shirt.
"Where's my sister?" She whimpered, holding back her tears.
Qian Yu paused slightly in his stride.
He lowered his gaze to the girl in his arms.
