Yan Qingying's eyelids trembled as she slowly opened her eyes.
A figure she had been thinking of day and night appeared before her eyes.
Still dressed in white as pure as snow, standing with hands behind his back.
The tall and somewhat slender figure, in Yan Qingying's eyes, was as lofty as a towering mountain, like a belief, unyielding and unwavering.
"Young... young master..." Yan Qingying's voice trembled slightly, somewhat disbelieving, as if in a dream.
"Are you okay? The young master will help you take revenge." Jun Xiaoyao did not turn around but spoke calmly.
He was inherently protective of his own.
As long as they were related to him, even if they committed heinous crimes, Jun Xiaoyao would protect them to the end.
What's more, in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, Yan Qingying's methods of slaughter were entirely normal.
Kill and that's that, so what?
"Young master..."
Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Yan Qingying's vision blurred slightly.
