The moment those words left her mouth, Zhang Da Niu's face changed. He looked at his daughter in horror and rebuked her,
"Xiao Cui, what nonsense are you spouting? Hurry to the backyard and find your mother. This is none of your business. Go, now."
Zhang Da Niu's words were partly born from concern for his daughter's safety.
More than that, he feared that in a moment of hotheadedness, she would charge down a single road all the way into darkness and drag them into danger as well.
Yet Zhang Xiao Cui did not even spare her father a glance. It was as though he did not exist in her eyes.
Her gaze remained firmly fixed on Bai Yang, whose face was covered in blood, while she tightened her hold on the child in her arms.
Inside the room, the others, Meng Zhao, Lü Yue, and the rest, were all stunned by the young woman's words.
It was only human nature to cling to life and fear death, and there was a saying: prostitutes had no hearts, actors no righteousness.
Yet though Zhang Xiao Cui came from a brothel, she was wholeheartedly devoted to Bai Yang, willing to remain unrepentant even unto death. Such courage and feeling were truly admirable.
It had nothing to do with status or standing, nor with their respective positions. They simply admired her from the bottom of their hearts, nothing more.
For none of those present could guarantee that, in the future, there would be such a woman willing to walk with them into the Yellow Springs.
Meng Zhao fell silent for a moment. Knowing that Zhang Xiao Cui's presence made no real difference, he nodded and said,
"Fine. Since this woman is so loyal and steadfast, let her stay."
Zhang Da Niu's wrinkled face