Su Chen hesitated for a moment but agreed in the end. Nalan Qingcheng was already shivering and needed comforting. Without consolation, if another wave of assassins were to strike, she might break down.
Although Nalan Qingcheng held a high status as the Little Princess of the Nalan Family, she had not a trace of martial arts cultivation Qi about her, which meant she had never been involved in martial arts cultivation. Also, she liked singing; evidently, she had always lived the lifestyle of an ordinary person. Being suddenly exposed to martial-cultivator-level assassins, as well as corpses and death, it was understandable that she was terrified.
Su Chen climbed onto the bed and gently held her in his arms at the foot of the bed.
Immediately, Nalan Qingcheng seemed to find a sense of safety, trembling as she clung tightly to Su Chen.
