I was a bit nervous, and my heart plummeted to the depths in an instant.
To say I wasn't scared would be a lie. If Ning Hu really set fire to the mountain, Cheng Yu and I might not make it through tonight.
My body trembled slightly, and before I knew it my eyes were brimming with scalding tears.
Since my parents passed away, I'd only cried once before, when I became a mistress, feeling like I had let my parents down, and now was the second time—I felt like I was on the verge of going insane.
On the one hand, I worried that Cheng Yu's injuries were so severe that he might bleed out and have an accident; on the other, I feared those people outside might find us, silently praying for daybreak so we could be safe.
Cheng Yu's palm caressed my face. I didn't know when he had woken up. When I looked down, his lips were faintly white, the fierceness in his eyes strikingly evident.
