Hearing Zhao Ya's praise, Zui'Er finally breathed a sigh of relief and shyly smiled, "That's good, I was afraid I hit too hard."
"Too hard? Not at all. If you hadn't been a bit harsh with him at the time, you might have been in trouble. Those few strikes you landed were excellent," Zhao Ya said with a smile.
Only then did Zui'Er smile as if relieved of a heavy burden.
To be honest, that day when she wielded a wooden stick to break Jiang Junyan's limbs, it had already taken all her courage.
For this reason, she had been having nightmares frequently these past few days.
It wasn't until Zhao Ya's praise that she seemed to unload a thousand-pound burden.
"Go make me something delicious, I'm starving!" Zhao Ya said with a laugh.
"Mm-hmm, I'll go do it now." Zui'Er eagerly went off.
The smile on Zhao Ya's face gradually faded as he turned and walked into the darkness.
