Lan Yue hung her head, her eyelashes trembling fiercely.
Xiao Chen raised his hand to grip her chin, lifting her small face and said in a deep voice.
"Say it again."
Lan Yue looked up at him.
Xiao Chen was still wearing the clothes he had on yesterday morning when he left, due to the rush.
Because of the Dragon Abyss matter, he'd been running around for a whole day and night, hastily returning, his white shirt collar was somewhat askew, and his clothes were quite wrinkled.
There was a faint dark circle under his eyes, a hint of fatigue on his face.
Seeing the exhaustion on his face, her heart ached with both sympathy and sadness.
But not only was Lan Huan, but so many other innocent lives were held in John's hands.
Some might think she was foolish, but she couldn't watch Lan Huan and those innocent lives perish, nor did she want to put Xiao Chen in a difficult position to save them.
No one understood how much Xiao Chen hated Lan Huan better than she did.
