"It's over... it's over..."
Qing Jushi paced back and forth anxiously beside Su Yie like an ant on a hot pan.
Nan Xiaopao clutched Su Yie's wrist tightly, whispering, "Let's go, stop being stubborn!"
If Su Yie didn't teleport away, she wouldn't leave either.
If they were to go, they would go together.
If they were to die, they would die together.
Su Yie smiled at her and said, "Don't worry, we've faced situations like this before. Trust me, follow me, and I will lead us through a bloody path out of here."
Nan Xiaopao froze, memories of their time in Xiwan City surging like the tide, leaving her feeling a swirl of emotions, with an inexplicable sourness welling up in her eyes.
"Alright, I'll follow you."
Nan Xiaopao chose to believe in Su Yie, to stay by his side.
Meanwhile, Qing Jushi couldn't take it anymore and cursed, "Have you gone mad?"
