As they navigated the fog-laden trail, Qing Yan sped up his pace slightly, stepping beside Luo Mingye.
He adjusted his facial expression, lowering his eyes and slumping his shoulders to project an aura of fragile, helpless vulnerability, hoping to appeal directly to her gentle nature.
"Sister Mingye..." Qing Yan spoke softly, his voice trembling as if he were holding back tears. "I... I really don't know what I would have done without you and Sister Mengyao back there."
Luo Mingye shook her head, "We're classmates, so it's only natural that we help. In fact, you're already brave, trying to save those people despite knowing you're in danger."
