Qin Xin furrowed her brows, gritted her teeth, and took out the black iron arrow that Nalan Ye Jue had given her from her backpack.
This time, it finally worked!
The sharp black iron arrow successfully split the chain, and the man's heavy body leaned towards her suddenly. Qin Xin struggled to hold him steady.
"You said you're fine? Is this what you call fine?" She scolded the man with frustration.
At this moment, Nalan Ye Jue, like every man scolded by his wife, looked at the small woman beside him with a slightly thick-skinned smile and doting eyes: "Hmm, I'm fine."
Qin Xin put in a lot of effort to finally pull him up onto the petal "boat."
Seeing his white robe soaked red with blood, his arms scraped in multiple places, and even a long cut by some sharp object near his ear, she felt both heartache and anger:
"You knew Young Master Hai died here, yet you still came?"
"I told you not to seek revenge, you tricked me away, and here you are, coming alone?"
