The person behind them was indeed An Wei. No one knew she was alone, as more than twenty people suddenly appeared from an inconspicuous corner.
Moreover, there was no telling how many more people were hiding in that corner.
Captured on the spot while trying to escape from the enemy's lair, Qiao Yi and Yan Xiyu exchanged glances, seeing a similar look in each other's eyes.
It's over, now there's truly no chance.
They didn't even know how they were exposed before An Wei caught them red-handed.
There was no way out. The only option left was to fight a desperate battle, where success meant escape, and failure meant death.
Even if they were captured and brought back, there would be no good ending for them. Qiao Yi moved her wrists, silently assuming a defensive stance.
Yan Xiyu, on the other hand, did not prepare for defense like Qiao Yi did, but his gaze stayed fixed on An Wei, not willing to let her out of his sight.
As if he wanted to remember her forever.
