"Little Evil, what... what's wrong?"
Ding Yumian trembled. The chill radiating from Mo Xie made her feel as though she had fallen into an icy cellar.
The other women shivered too. Sensing something was wrong, they turned worried eyes on Mo Xie.
Mo Xie stood with his head lowered, his bangs hiding half his face and his eyes. A patch of shadow concealed his expression.
He held his phone to his ear, apparently speaking to someone, but the crowd was too loud for anyone nearby to hear the voice on the other end.
"Waaah... Brother Xie, is Xiaohou... is he really dead?"
Mo Xie kept his head down, his expression frighteningly dark. He had known something would happen to Zhang Xiaohou and that he would not truly die, but now that it had happened, he still felt awful.
Hearing He Yu's soft, tearful voice through the phone, he took a deep breath and spoke slowly.
"Don't worry. Xiaohou won't die. I'm coming to the Ancient Capital today. I'll find you when I get there."
He Yu was at the home she shared with Zhang Xiaohou, her cheeks already wet with tears. Mo Xie's firm, earnest words eased her heart a little.
She had originally been going to join Zhang Xiaohou's squad, but her superiors had suddenly assigned her another mission, so she had not gone with them. Who could have known...
But He Yu refused to believe someone as hard to kill as Zhang Xiaohou could be dead. Once Mo Xie arrived in the Ancient Capital, she would find Xiaohou, alive or dead!
"Okay!"
After comforting the grieving He Yu, Mo Xie hung up and remained silent for a long time.
"Little Evil... why are you suddenly going to the Ancient Capital? Do you need my help?"
Ding Yumian could