Jiang Xin's voice echoed through the mountain forest.
Xiao Mo looked directly into her eyes, at her pleading gaze. His lips parted slightly, but he remained silent.
Finally, however, Xiao Mo grabbed her wrist, pried her small hand from the corner of his robes, and continued walking forward.
But before Xiao Mo could take more than a few steps, Jiang Xin's little hand once again grabbed onto his robes.
Xiao Mo pulled her hand away again, but Jiang Xin just grabbed hold once more.
The seemingly fragile little girl was once again showing her stubborn side.
"Sigh..." Xiao Mo had lost count of how many times he had sighed tonight. "Ah Xin, let go."
Jiang Xin shook her head forcefully.
"Ah Xin, I'll say this one last time. Let go." Xiao Mo's tone was now deliberately harsh, almost a reprimand.
Jiang Xin swallowed hard.
Although she was a little scared, she still held tightly to the corner of Xiao Mo's robes.
