Chi Jingtian took a step forward and stood directly in front of Jun Xiaomo. Then, turning his head slightly, he whispered, “Xiaomo, don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you.”

Jun Xiaomo was touched, yet her heart was also awash with a sense of bitter astringency. She was touched because Chi Jingtian had not left her side despite the fact that the odds of victory were slim. Even though she still drew a blank whenever she tried to recall who Chi Jingtian was to her, he still stubbornly remained by her side in the face of adversity. At the same time, she was awash with a sense of bitter astringency because the situation looked grim, and the prospects of surviving the attack felt close to zero.

Regardless, Jun Xiaomo curled her lips into a blissful smile as she acknowledged Chi Jingtian’s feelings, “Thank you.”

Slightly embarrassed, Chi Jingtian rubbed his nose. He found Jun Xiaomo’s sincere thanks far too warm and soft, almost as though a soft pair of hands were caressing his ears, causing the area around his ears to flush a gentle red hue.

Jun Xiaomo was completely oblivious to the fact that her simple expression of appreciation would cause Chi Jingtian’s heart to grow all antsy like that. As she continued to stare at Zhuang Lenghui’s coalition drawing closer, her gaze began to grow increasingly steely and determined.

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