Translator: Aran

  In the meantime.

  In front of a smaller stone to the left.

  Shrouded in a thin layer of water mist, Shui Xiu's curled-up body trembled slightly. A hint of consternation and terror glimmered in her delicate and lustrous eyes.

  She slowly propped up her body and shifted it toward Ge Ming. Her eyes, which had always looked somewhat timid, was at this time gazing at Ye Qingyu and his hood-veiled face.

  She had never expected that the hero who sav..