"Brother Ren..."
Nie Qianyu wanted to speak, then stopped herself.
Zhang Xiaohua thought for a moment and said, "Mm, go to sleep. I'll stand by the door."
After saying that, he rose and walked to the doorway. His lean, tall figure blocked the sunlight streaming in, his elongated shadow slanting across the kang bed.
Nie Qianyu's cheeks reddened and her heart raced. Curled up on the kang, she pulled the quilt over herself, covering herself in that warm shadow as well. Her heart felt utterly at peace.
Before long, soft snores drifted out.
Hearing them, Zhang Xiaohua tiptoed over and pulled the door shut, then rose and went to the room next door.
The black-clad men's target had been Xiao Juzi, the girl born on the seventh day of the seventh month. Nie Qianyu herself was in no danger at all; she had merely been frightened half to death.
Alas, poor child, Zhang Xiaohua sighed inwardly. First she was pursued, and now her own maid has been abducted. She has been living in fear these past few days. I wonder how much better her wrists are now? I forgot to ask.
Returning to the small room, Zhang Xiaohua sat cross-legged. To tell the truth, he had only been comforting Nie Qianyu. He himself had no confidence whatsoever. Pingyang City was so vast—where was he supposed to look for Xiao Juzi? Besides, she had been missing for ten days already. She could have been moved who knew where long ago.
But if he did not say that, what else could he say?
Sitting cross-legged on the kang, Zhang Xiaohua released his divine sense. His divine sense was now astonishingly powerful and could already cover the entire Pingyang City. Yet, just as he had encountered in Lu Town before, what use was