The girl's weeping was heartrending, like a lone, wandering spirit crying and lamenting in a dark forest.
It carried a strange power to move people. Just hearing her cries could make anyone imagine her tragic past and feel sympathy for her.
Xu Lanqing looked down at her. Her pale, tear-streaked face filled his view, snot and tears streaming freely. There was nothing pretty about it.
More than that, he could just make out a look of despair in her eyes.
"Are you done crying? If not, want to borrow my shoulder again? You can keep crying until you don't feel like it anymore."
Xu Lanqing's tone was cold and unsympathetic. "It's been less than two days, and your ability to handle pressure is weaker than I expected."
Tang Ya's sobs abruptly stopped. She probably hadn't expected him not only to withhold comfort, but to mock her a little, too.
Then she remembered that he had abducted her. How could a kidnapper be kind enough to comfort his hostage?
Tang Ya moved the hand clutching her collar and pressed it against Xu Lanqing's chest, trying to push him away. But when she put her strength into her arm, she found that he was as immovable as the earth itself. Instead, she stumbled backward a few steps.
"You bastard! What the hell did you bring me to this place for?"
Tang Ya steadied herself and glared at Xu Lanqing, her voice choked with tears.
She carelessly wiped her face with her sleeve, but the cuff, stained with blackened dirt, only made her face grimier.
"Can't you think of any other words? You keep calling me a bastard." Xu Lanqing straightened his collar, which she'd mussed, and didn't answer her question.
He waved his right hand. As the Storage Ring glimmered, several steaming