Bang!
The dagger deeply embedded itself in the valuable hollowed-out floral carving screen behind them.
The handle of the blade was still shaking from the massive impact.
You Zhongzhong was so frightened that he ducked and hiding under Song Yan.
Thankfully, he was quick to evade. Otherwise, he would have been stabbed outright.
Song Yan was as calm as an outsider, not even slightly moving.
Jiang Ruan glanced at the man next to her whose lips curled into a brooding arc, she raised her hand and tugged at his sleeve: "Don't be hasty. Lu Yiyu is missing, we need to at least give it a try. We can ignore others, but we can't ignore Lu Yiyu."
Bo Qingyu slightly hung his head, his dark hair concealing his eyes, his feather-like eyelashes were trembling. He raised his hand, lightly brushing her brow, with his pair of ink-green peach blossom eyes, brooding yet gentle.
"I don't care."
"You can't go."
"If something happens to you..."
He will die. He will go crazy.
Of course.
