Outside the temple, the sound of the horn was like a venomous snake flicking its tongue, slowly entwining the heartstrings of the two.
Shi Feiyang lowered his head to examine Xue Li's pale face in his arms, gently wiping the blood from her lips with his fingertip, his movements as delicate as caressing a withering white plum blossom.
"Do not be afraid, I am here." Shi Feiyang's tone was low and gentle, containing a reassuring power, "When this storm is over, I will take you to the side of the broken bridge and personally adorn you with the most beautiful peach blossom."
Xue Li leaned against his chest, listening to the steady heartbeat, as if she was in a safe haven amidst raging waves.
