Time and time again, it was him who saved her from peril.
So this time, going to Dylan's lair, she wanted to save him for once.
Xia Zhisu recalled what Ling Tian'ao had said last night—if he didn't make it back, she needed to take good care of herself.
He had already prepared himself for the possibility of no return when he headed to Dylan's place.
Thinking of this, Xia Zhisu was actually very angry: "Can you stop keeping things from me in the future? Let's face everything together, okay?"
"If it's good news, I'll definitely share it with you. If it's bad, I'll bear it alone."
Xia Zhisu's heart churned painfully. "No! We'll face both good and bad things together! Ling Tian'ao, promise me!!"
She couldn't bear for something like today to happen again.
Ling Tian'ao had clearly gone alone to face death, yet he hadn't said a word to her.
If she hadn't followed him, Ling Tian'ao might have died in there.
And all that would be waiting for her then would be the news of his death.
