"It's okay, don't cry, your husband has come to rescue you!"
Bai Xiaofan comforted Xiong Yourong gently, holding her small face in his hands and tenderly wiping away the tears from her cheeks.
However, as Bai Xiaofan wiped her face, the tears on Xiong Yourong's small face disappeared.
But in their place, there were now many bloodstains.
Most of this fresh blood came from the samurai of the island nation who had died.
"If you keep crying, you'll turn into a little crying cat!"
Bai Xiaofan gently cradled Xiong Yourong's small face, tearing a clean piece of cloth from his clothing and using it to dab at her cheeks.
"Mhm, Rong'er won't cry anymore, Rong'er isn't going to cry!"
Xiong Yourong nodded, saying in a delicate, coquettish voice.
"In a moment I'll take you both to break out, don't worry about anything else, just run towards the opposite side of the hotel with little Rong'er, Vermilion Bird will be there to meet you!"