"I...just wanted to thank you for saving my life that day. I had given up the hope that someone would come to rescue me. I know I should have thanked you earlier but mustering up enough courage to talk with you was not easy," she was fidgeting with nervousness, her hands holding the sides of her dress as she tried to stop herself from shaking.
Xiran had to close his eyes for a second to hide the anger and resentment he was experiencing. No one deserved this, and nothing could atone for the treatment she had been through.
"I am just glad you are safe now. Sorry it took us so long and you don't have to thank me or force yourself to talk to me. I understand," he reassuringly answered her in the gentlest of his tones. But inside he was a raging mess at his father's treatment of an innocent girl.