Qu Tong felt that if Niannian could see, she would surely be looking at her in admiration.
Qu Tong raised her other hand, summoning her special ability, and sprinkled a few dim green light spots.
Indeed as she expected, Niannian's bright, watery eyes filled with wonder, showing not a hint of fear.
Qu Tong didn't know what exactly Si Yuting and Niannian had discussed, but clearly Niannian believed it, and believed it very firmly.
Qu Tong chuckled to herself, no wonder Niannian acted like she was playing after seeing her.
Qu Tong was still extremely tense, struggled to breathe, but with Niannian's company, it felt a bit better, like the last taut string on a drowning person.
Niannian held her left hand, warm and comforting.
Qu Tong wrapped a glowing segment of Qingmu around Niannian's wrist and patted her head.
"Niannian, hold onto your aunt's hand, okay? Don't let go,"
Niannian tightened her grip and nodded vigorously, "Okay, I definitely won't let go."
