"Let's go quickly."
Han Chen saw Sang Yan standing there in a daze and urged her in a low voice, fearing she might cause more trouble.
Sang Yan suppressed the tears in her eyes and had no choice but to keep walking.
She couldn't show the slightest sign of distress.
Han Chen had been with Qi Jiu for a long time, his vigilance sharpened by constant exposure.
She must not let him detect anything unusual.
The two brushed past each other.
That was the very person who haunted his dreams!
How much He Ying wanted to throw caution to the wind and hold her in his arms!
His treasured one, so carelessly disregarded by others.
His heart ached with both sorrow and rage.
Having found her, how could he let her face the world alone?
He Ying's gaze shifted, glancing toward Fengming Pavilion, where the chaos of extinguishing fires meant no one noticed him. Seizing the moment, he slipped away unnoticed and followed behind Han Chen's group of guards.
