This was the first time I'd seen him talk so much, and Qinghe felt somewhat moved. No wonder Nasha seemed so ethereal and not of this world—it was because she had someone who wholeheartedly dedicated himself to her that she could always remain childlike, untainted by the harshness of the real world, innocent, good-hearted, living in her own little universe. But when I recalled the strong face she showed in the face of danger, the composure surpassing that of others, the relentless pursuit of a way out without giving up, I knew she was indeed worthy of being a mob boss's woman.
However, I certainly didn't miss his words. She probably wouldn't be found here; even he was feeling guilty. Now that Nasha's existence was known, the enemy would certainly not let go of such a threat against him and would definitely spare no effort to find her.
