Leike spoke with a rigid face, "I thought it was Beitang Feng who needed Miss Ye in order to redeem someone. Since the Young Master had already agreed to let you go, I supposed it was just a simple exchange of hostages. Miss Li, I apologize to you for my wrong decision at that time. But if it happened again, I would still make the same choice. It's too hard for the Young Master to be with you, and even if he punishes me severely, I do not wish to see him live so tiredly."
"Then why did you take a bullet for me now? If that's the case, it would have been better to let me die last night."
"I have already said, if you died, the Young Master would not be able to go on living."
The air suddenly became awkwardly stagnant, and Leike looked at her stiffly, his back straight, with one hand, swollen from her strike, holding a bandage across his chest, and half his shoulder also wrapped up.