"Brother Yan..." she murmured, her voice drowned by screams, yet it was so clearly heard by the man.
The man's body stiffened for a moment, the hand at her waist tightened even more, as if it were about to snap her slender waist. Her world was in chaos, reflecting scattered and hurried lights, yet nestled in this warm embrace, though crisis was everywhere, she felt a peaceful calm.
The man rolled with her on the ground, dangerously dodging the huge chandelier, rolling to the side, nearly getting hit by a smaller chandelier that fell close by. Yan Song acted swiftly, holding her tightly as he spun on the floor with his back, avoiding a lethal blow, but his shoulder got pierced by falling shards of the crystal lamp.
Blood spread from his shoulder, yet he didn't even frown, holding her tightly as he swiftly moved through the panicked crowd. Throughout, Yun Ya's head was firmly pressed against his chest.
