In that battlefield, which looked utterly desolate after a fierce engagement, Chuxuan’s figure appeared somewhat exhausted yet radiated a steady determination. He slowly rose from the dust- and rubble-covered ground, his movements so gentle that he seemed terrified of disturbing Tushan Susu in his arms.
Tushan Susu’s little face looked exceptionally serene at that moment, save for her slightly furrowed brows, which seemed to tell of the disturbance and unease she had just suffered. Holding her carefully, Chuxuan stepped away, steady and firm, leaving behind that place heavy with gunsmoke and tension.
"Chuxuan, I hope something like this never happens again. If it does, even if I have to risk my life, I will cut you down completely." Tushan Yaya’s icy voice felt as though it could freeze the surrounding air solid. Standing there with a proud and dignified posture, her silver hair fluttering in the wind, she stared fixedly at Chuxuan with eyes like cold stars, her utterly indifferent expression resembling an impassable iceberg.
Chapter 320