Yang Fei gently stroked her long hair, filled with emotion, and whispered words of comfort.
The feelings Xiao Xuanya had for Yang Fei were somewhat inexplicable.
Yang Fei had been somewhat bewildered until now.
However, although Yang Fei didn't quite understand,
he believed that Xiao Xuanya's feelings for him were extremely sincere and pure.
This female assassin, feared by everyone, had repeatedly shown him mercy.
And when trouble came knocking from Xuan Ying Pavilion,
she had thrown herself into danger to protect Lin Xueyi and the others, ready to be taken hostage without a fight.
Such deep affection,
for a woman walking in the dark world of blood and fire, was especially rare.
Xiao Xuanya cried her heart out in Yang Fei's arms.
These days, she had longed for him day and night, hoping for Yang Fei's arrival.
But she also worried that the experts of Xuan Ying Pavilion might harm Yang Fei, wearing down his spirit immensely.