After changing into dry clothes, Li Minghu felt much lighter, and her coughing significantly reduced.
She looked up, the staircase winding upwards like a serpent, disappearing entirely into the darkness.
Yan Yu walked ahead of her, his demeanor calm as he ascended step by step, his gait steady and unwavering, giving Li Minghu a sense of security she hadn't felt in a long time.
Yes, it had indeed been a long time.
As the vice-captain of the Qing'an battle team, and with her brother only concerned with fighting and not planning, she often had to manage the whole team by herself, not daring to let her guard down for a moment—she was responsible for everyone's lives.
At some point, she had forgotten what it felt like to "rely on others."
Li Minghu took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the weakness that was creeping into her heart.
I can't always think about relying on him.
