Jiang Xin's voice drifted through the mountain forest.
Xiao Mo looked straight into her eyes, meeting her pleading gaze. His lips parted, but he still said nothing.
In the end, however, Xiao Mo took hold of her wrist, pulled her little hand from the hem of his clothes, and continued on his way.
But Xiao Mo had taken only a few steps when Jiang Xin's little hand reached for his hem again.
Xiao Mo pulled her hand away once more, but Jiang Xin grabbed on again.
This little girl, who looked so fragile, once again showed her stubborn side.
"Ah." Xiao Mo had already lost count of how many times he had sighed that night. "A Xin, let go."
Jiang Xin shook her head hard.
"A Xin, I'm telling you one last time. Let go." Xiao Mo deliberately made his voice stern, almost scolding her.
Jiang Xin swallowed.
Though she was a little afraid, she still clutched Xiao Mo's hem tightly.
"Xiao Mo, you promised you wouldn't leave me behind again." Jiang Xin summoned her courage to speak.
Hearing her words, Xiao Mo turned around. His eyes were as piercing as a bitter winter wind.
Jiang Xin's little hand trembled, but she never let go.
"Jiang Xin, I was lying to you the whole time."
As soon as the words left his mouth, Xiao Mo forcefully pulled her hand away.
Just as Jiang Xin stepped forward again to grab his hem, a cold glint flashed from the Spirit Gathering Blade before her in the moonlight.
Jiang Xin stopped in her tracks.
A line had been carved into the ground in front of her toes by Xiao Mo's long blade.
"If you take one more step, I'll cut you down!"
Xiao Mo turned his head and gave Jiang Xin a cold