"If we're leaving, we leave together," Yang Ruxin said, pulling out her dagger. "If we can't get out, I'm not leaving you behind." She glanced at Lin Xiwang. "If we can't make it, we'll give you a chance; then you run as fast as you can."
"I won't, I want to stay with you…"
"Nonsense," Yang Ruxin rudely cut him off. "I'm in this with my man, 'til death do us part. What's it to you? Let me tell you, if we really can't get out, you need to escape and notify our families to collect our bodies, got it?"
Lin Xiwang pouted.
Gu Qingheng's eyes flashed, and his smile grew slightly wider. Without saying anything, he gripped Yang Ruxin's hand even tighter.
However, before the two could make a move, Xiaolun, who lay on Yang Ruxin's wrist like a fake snake, suddenly stirred.