"They're bright like a star. Beautiful." Quentin carefully took back the photo.
The small photo was the most expensive, beautiful, and priceless treasure in his heart. No treasure could compare to this photo.
Because this photo was the only one of his daughter. It was worth guarding it with his life.
He gathered the photos of the others on the table and put them away. Quentin, who was only looking at Ye Jian's eyes, coughed softly and said, "The people here… don't like… fighting, xenophobia… but it's safe. You guys go over… You'll be okay, but be careful."
He was helping them because he thought that her eyes were like his daughter's. Ye Jian was very grateful.
She couldn't take the map away. She took a pen and spread out a piece of white paper. Ye Jian drew the route and the village that she needed to go to.
Actually, she didn't know if this route would reach the rendezvous point with G3, but it was better than nothing.