After the man left, the room became bustling, and the bandits' wailing echoed back and forth, "Ah, my arm... Oh, my nose..."
"Oh, brave sir, we know our mistake now, we won't dare again... Oh..."
"...Please spare our lives..."
Outside, the rain had been falling for a long time and was getting heavier. Xiang Yun was already drenched, and by now it was nearly November. The chilly autumn rain was bone-chilling, and she hugged her knees, shivering and chattering her teeth, nearly reaching her breaking point.
Why hadn't he come back yet? Had he forgotten her? Xiang Yun waited in agony, and just as she was about to faint, that dark figure leaped up again, landing opposite her and softly said, "All right, everything's taken care of. I'll take you down!"
"Wuuu..."
Seeing the man, Xiang Yun cried tears of joy, extended her trembling, chattering hand, and sobbed, "I thought... you had... forgotten me... Wuuu..."
