Qin Yi reached out his hand towards Su Pan'er.
He seized one of her hands and in doing so, pulled Su Pan'er to sit in front of him.
Su Pan'er felt as if her arms were no longer hers, numb and unresponsive, allowing the horse beneath her to carry them towards the edge of the small forest at full speed.
The biting cold wind whizzed past, causing her face to sting painfully, yet Su Pan'er had no strength to notice any of this. Instead, she took time to glance at the baby, who she carefully protected in her arms.
This daughter of hers was indeed sensitive and cooperative.
She was nestled in her chest, sleepily making sucking motions with her small mouth, without any intention of crying.
Su Pan'er held her gently, but her heart was no less heavy. The thought of Ye Han's miserable state stopped her from shedding tears.
Behind them, the group of men in black persisted and swiftly chased them up, bringing them closer and closer.