Mu Qingyin was Wounded II

"Do you know who my father is? My father… won't let go of anyone who has harmed me. No matter who it is!"

So, what was there for her to be afraid of?

Gu Yiyi closed her eyes, her delicate and pretty face seemed determined to stare death in its face. The corner of her lips curled up into a mesmerizing smile.

In the breeze, her hair was moving lightly. Her expression was one of peace and calm.

At this moment…

A gust of wind blew, carrying over a familiar scent.

The pain she was anticipating did not appear. Instead, she fell into a warm embrace.

In the night breeze, she gently opened her eyes. Dark hair brushed past her face and a dignified, handsome face entered her vision.

"Second… Second Uncle?"

Mu Qingyin's carried the maiden's body, his eyes cold, quickly dodging the swords in front of them.

Gu Yiyi's fingers tightly gripped onto Mu QingYin's sleeve, her voice nervous. "Second Uncle, why are you here?"