Not used to being noticed, much less being noticed with him; this feeling is very unsettling.
Anjue seemed to sense her unease and glanced at the person in his arms, "Even though you can't see around you, you still get this scared? Such a small courage."
She was the most timid person he'd ever met, her frail body almost constantly trembling, whether with him or in front of others. But despite such weakness, she had an unusual stubbornness and... ruthlessness.
"Put me down, I'll walk on my own."
"What nonsense are you saying? You can't see, how would you walk? And with so many people passing by, aren't you afraid of drawing even more attention by feeling your way along?"
A blind person walking like a headless chicken in K's headquarters would undoubtedly attract attention.
She gave up, her delicate face filled with sorrow.
"Anjue, when will you let me go?"
Anjue punished her with a kiss on her lips, "I won't let you go, don't say that again."
