Yan Qingying's eyelids trembled and slowly opened.
A figure she had been longing for day and night appeared before her.
Still dressed in white as snow, standing with hands behind his back.
The tall and somewhat slender silhouette, in Yan Qingying's eyes, was as majestic as a mountain, unwavering like a belief.
"Young... Master..." Yan Qingying's voice trembled slightly, unable to believe it, as if she were in a dream.
"Are you alright? The Young Master is here to help you." Jun Xiaoyao did not turn around but spoke calmly.
He was inherently protective of those close to him.
As long as it involved someone related to him, even if they committed heinous crimes, Jun Xiaoyao would stand by them to the end.
Moreover, in Jun Xiaoyao's eyes, Yan Qingying's methods of killing were perfectly normal.
If one must kill, then so be it. What of it?
"Young Master..."
Hearing Jun Xiaoyao's words, Yan Qingying's gaze became slightly blurred.