She was begging, her voice filled with a frantic terror that had nothing to do with the princes and everything to do with the "brother" standing behind her.
The boy stood in the center of the room, looking at her with a dazed, confused expression. "Sister... don't worry... we will leave..."
Yue Yue turned her head back just once to look at him, her eyes filled with pure hatred and revulsion. This man wasn't a savior. He had a screw loose in his brain. He was a monster wearing her own face.
The tension in the observation room snapped. Xing Luoguang couldn't stand to watch Yue Yue's distress for another second. He threw the door open and rushed inside.
The moment the door opened, Yue Yue collapsed into his chest. Her small frame was trembling so violently that she could hardly stand. She gripped his tactical vest with both hands, burying her face against him as if trying to hide from the entire world.
