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Su Qian'er looked at Yang Xiao, quietly sitting there without speaking.
In the depths of her eyes, a complex array of emotions flickered.
For she had never seen Yang Xiao like this before, not even when she was abducted by Zhu Rongsheng.
Back then, Yang Xiao was nothing but anxious.
Of course, there was concern, but it wasn't as intense as now.
And now, apart from anxiety and concern, Yang Xiao's face also betrayed many other emotions.
Guilt, self-reproach, unease, panic, regret, fear, and so on.
A myriad of emotions flitted across Yang Xiao's face, making his expression appear extremely complex.
Seeing Yang Xiao's complex emotions, Su Qian'er should not have developed complex feelings herself. Deep down, she was actually happier, even though Yang Xiao's narration seemed to suggest she had narrowly escaped disaster. Yet that happiness overshadowed Su Qian'er's residual fears about her own close brush with death.
