Lin Dongxue drew her Fine Sword, her voice icy. "If you want to use me to lure Tang Yan out, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed."
Looking at the calm, composed Lin Dongxue, the Chu Family members could not help admiring the girl's courage.
"Miss Dongxue, with your meager strength, I advise you not to resist. Blades have no eyes. If they happen to cut that face of yours, I'm sure you wouldn't be able to bear it." The Third Elder had grown shrewd with age and deliberately targeted a woman's weakness.
"A pack of rats! Save your breath!" Lin Dongxue snapped.
"Take her!" At Han Zhao's command, two Chu Family guards immediately stepped forward.
Lin Dongxue raised her sword to meet them, yet Tang Yan's image surfaced in her mind.
Every little moment she had shared with Tang Yan remained as vivid as yesterday.
The first time, he had taken liberties with her and ended up badly injured by Liu Zhi, leaving her with a terrible impression.
At their second meeting, Tang Yan had written her a poem, "Joy at Reunion." His stunning talent and unabashed declaration of love had gradually changed her attitude toward him.
Then he had sparred with her, guided her in martial arts, risked his life on Cangyun Mountain to hold off Second Master Liu, who was pursuing them, while telling her to flee, and slapped Leng Ning in a towering rage in the Selection Zone...
The past unfolded frame by frame like a strip of film. The flowerlike girl had engraved these memories in her heart like treasures. And that handsome, radiant young man had gradually claimed her entire heart.
*Tang Yan, ever since I met you, I've always enjoyed your care. You've protected me all along, and I don't seem to have helped you