Zhang Yuqing was stunned.
This was the first time she had ever heard Lin Ye say he needed her help.
He had always been like an insurmountable mountain.
Calm, powerful, omnipotent.
He was always out front, scouting ahead and keeping all dangers at bay.
She, on the other hand, felt more like a burden he was constantly protecting—a burden who could only occasionally be of some use.
But now, Lin Ye was asking her for help.
Zhang Yuqing's heart clenched. An indescribable thrill ran up her spine. It wasn't fear, but the excitement of being acknowledged, of being needed.
She replied almost without thinking, blurting out, "Okay!"
His expression was more serious than she had ever seen it.
"Don't be so quick to agree."
"If we want to win, we'll have to put everything on the line. Even our lives."
"And even then, we'll only have a chance of killing it."
"Are you still willing?"
His voice was calm, yet it held a coldness that showed he had already made peace with death.
