The flames of war were rekindling between the two men. The air was thick with the suffocating smell of gunpowder, and not even the heavy snowfall could extinguish their mounting fury.
Xi glanced from one to the other and suddenly decided that staying out of it was for the best. After all, he couldn't win a fight against either of them.
An Jin steeled herself and stepped forward. She took Ling Hong's hand, enveloping it with her own. "Gu Yin took great care of me," she said gently. "You don't need to worry. I'm fine."
Ling Hong let out a soft snort, his anger finally subsiding as he relaxed.
Gu Yin's icy gaze landed on their joined hands. The hands at his sides clenched into tight fists, his expression growing colder and more dangerous.
"You've worked so hard, Gu Yin," An Jin said, using her free hand to take his. "We never would have completed the mission without you. Let's go home, get something to eat, and rest for a bit, okay?"
