Just before Xia Qingqian fainted, her body was already embraced by a tall, broad chest, and a warm current instantly flowed through her heart, so warm and stable, giving her an unprecedented sense of security.
However, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the person who gave her that sense of security using his hand to block the knife swung by Beitang Huan.
The speed and ferocity of that blade were extremely intense.
As she widened her eyes in disbelief, the sound of the knife falling to the ground echoed in her ears.
"Young Master—" Xia Qingqian cried out in shock, still trembling all over, unable to recover from Beitang Huan's frightening actions, and now the fact that the Young Master was injured for her left her at a loss.
