Xiao Tong’s eyes suddenly reddened. Watching Jiang Wumei, whose spine remained unyielding against the gale, he felt wave after wave of agonizing pain in his heart.
He wanted to speak, to tell her not to worry, not to be afraid, but as he met Jiang Wumei’s clear, smiling peach-blossom eyes, his throat tightened with a dry, aching sensation that rendered him speechless. At a moment like this, any facile comfort would be shallow. What he had to do was rescue Niaoniao from Xiao Yun’s hands without a single hair on her head harmed.
Before seeing her, Xiao Yun had clung to a thread of wishful thinking, hoping that the jade pendant in Zhao Qi’s possession had been obtained through other means and that his Yangyang was safely tucked away in the small courtyard he had prepared for her in Jiangnan, warming a pot of wine and waiting for his return. But when he saw that familiar, graceful figure, his breath hitched. His face darkened, and he shoved Jiang Wumei with such force that she stumbled and nearly fell.
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