Yan Xiuchen averted his gaze, but didn't push her hand away from his face.
"Others would have done the same." He said, but Xiao Rufeng disagreed with him.
"No." She smiled humorlessly. "You haven't been exposed enough to other people because you are limiting yourself here, but I have."
The scarred man looked at her with confusion, but didn't dare to question her.
"That night, I was sure as hell that I would be sexually violated." Her tears pooled in her eyes, and Yan Xiuchen's jaws hardened upon seeing it. Seeing her like this made him feel like his heart was being ripped out of his chest.
He wanted to see her laughing and smiling, making his dull life look brighter.
"I'm not saying these to remind you that I've only come here because you saved me, but I want you to understand that if it wasn't you who received me that night, the first thing you would see in the news the next day would be my own death."
