"Sir, are you alright now?" Liu RuYan timely walked over, then, without saying another word, directly threw herself into Jiang Hui's arms, clinging onto him like a frightened little kitten.
The woman's brows and eyes were tender, her gaze seemed to be veiled with a thin mist, everything left unspoken.
"Sir, if the great calamity cannot be resisted, you might as well leave this place..."
Her porcelain-like hands softly traced circles on Jiang Hui's chest, her voice faint as a mosquito's whisper.
During this period, Liu RuYan's heart had been filled with overwhelming worry.
Although Jiang Hui hadn't deliberately shared the matter of the Bizarre Clan's imminent invasion of the Immortal Domain with her,
there's never been a wall impervious to wind under the heavens.
Much less when Jiang Hui hadn't intended to hide the matter from her.
That day, the commotion was far too obvious...
As her mosquito-like voice fell, Liu RuYan sighed faintly, barely audible.
