In his heart, Qin Youxue had always been strong-willed and hardworking. She had a steely determination about her and wasn't the type to be weak or cry easily.
But now, she was crying so heartbreakingly, so helplessly, that Jian Yang, listening on the other end, wished he could immediately appear by her side.
"I'm at…" Qin Youxue softly gave him her location.
Other than him, she truly didn't know who else she could turn to for help.
"I'll come right now!"
Jian Yang responded anxiously.
"No, don't rush!" Qin Youxue, noticing the urgency in his voice, reminded him quietly, fearing that he might get into trouble in his haste, "I'm in a really safe place; don't worry."
"Safe, my ass!" Jian Yang was practically losing it.
In the middle of the night, Qin Youxue sitting alone in some corner of the city center—if someone with bad intentions found her, who knew what could happen?
