But he couldn't show his fear nor could he be afraid because he wanted to protect his young master until he found the princess.
Little Feng Ye returned to his senses in a daze. As he sensed Sunny's body trembled, he stretched out his hand, imitating his father and mother's posture when they comforted him. With a gentle pat on Zhao Yang's head, his soft and babyish voice came out gently.
"Sunny, don't be afraid. Everything will be alright, Ye'er is with you!"
Hearing this, Zhao Yang felt warm and gradually calmed down. "I'm not afraid."
He couldn't afford to be afraid. If he was fearful, what would the little master do? He was younger than him, his body as soft as an infant. He had to protect him. He promised a lot of people to protect him.
