"Did I... steal your job?"
"Probably. Also, shouldn't a lady choose more elegant words?"
"Fine, I stole your chance to play the hero and save the beauty. Hmm, then how about we do it again?"
"She can't take any more..."
Bai Heng looked at the girl curled up in Lady Death's arms, unsure what tone he should use to greet her.
Hey, Firefly, can you hear me?
Did something happen!?
Use force if necessary! There weren't any restrictions on that in Aglio's script.
Silver Wolf's voice kept coming through the earpiece, especially clear in the dressing room, where even a pin drop could be heard.
Even Bai Heng, standing some distance away, could hear the tension in Silver Wolf's voice.
"I'm fine, Silver Wolf." Firefly replied with a tremble:
Her voice was very, very quiet.
But Silver Wolf froze when she heard Firefly's voice. Perhaps emotions were contagious; she, too, felt the palpitations hidden in those words.
Are you... crying?
Firefly?
What happened? I'm coming over right now!
On the other end, Silver Wolf could clearly hear the sob in Firefly's voice.
It was also the first time she had ever heard Firefly cry.
In her impression, Firefly looked fragile, but her character was tougher than anyone's.
But what the hell had happened today?
Which bastard made her cry!
Silver Wolf's mind was a mess—more vividly speaking, it was a lump of paste, the kind that could be used to stick up Spring Festival couplets at any moment.
Fortunately, she still knew what she had to do—go find Firefly immediately.
"I'm fine, Silver Wolf... I..." Her voice stumbled as she repeated what she had said before.
"I'll handle it." Bai Heng said softly:
Firefly heard that voice from her memories again, that voice which made her feel especially safe.
Bai