She remembered everything he had said in the nest. He had helped her during her estrus. He had seen her at her weakest. And now, because of her, he had been beaten and humiliated in front of his own servants. Everything he had said was right. He had no one else.
"I'm so sorry," Yue Yue whispered, her hands shaking as she wiped the blood from his lip.
She looked at Han Soi, who was still struggling against the guards, and then back at the bleeding man in her lap.
She realized she couldn't just throw him away. He was right. She had touched his soul, and she had to take responsibility for him.
She couldn't let him die a lonely, broken death after she had been the one to pull him back from the edge.
Feng Yanshen continued to lean into Yue Yue, playing his role perfectly. He acted so wronged and fragile that he was completely different from his usual cold and holy image.
