"Of course!" Jian Shichu embraced her soothingly, making a resounding promise, "I assure you that even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will find Qingyang and bring him back to you safe and unharmed. Don't be afraid, okay?"
Learning that Qingyang had not been found yet, her body, already trembling slightly, shook even more violently. Jian Shichu's heart ached as if it were about to break.
Having been together for so long, how could he bear to see her endure such distress?
Injured herself, and worried about her brother's fate—he had vowed to protect her well, to prevent her from suffering any grievances. When had he become so powerless?
He hugged her tightly, kissing her with intensity, "I will take you to the hospital to treat your injuries first. Leave Qingyang's matter to me, I promise, I'll find him without a bit of harm done. Is that okay?"
He bent down to pick up Ye Qingci, but she refused his embrace.
