"But whether it will be successful or not, that's a matter of fate," Mo Lian softly held her small hand and added, "What I mean is, even if we can't ultimately save Senior Sister Xu, you mustn't let yourself become too disheartened…"
He truly feared the prospect. When he contemplated the two years she had vanished, an inexplicable sense of dread overwhelmed him.
He dreaded the possibility of the little stoic sinking back into her despondent and world-weary state due to disappointment.
He feared losing the vibrant light in her eyes.
For this reason, he harbored a certain resentment toward Jing Minyao now.
If she hadn't returned from the dead, Qiaoqiao wouldn't have entertained the notion of the Jing Family's sacred artifact.
The young woman clasped his large palm and nodded vigorously. "Don't worry, I'll manage my emotions. I won't allow myself to wallow in despair."
