Delia had calmed down under Tang Shaoyang's gentle care. As for Arina, she was watching the couple cuddled together for fifteen minutes. It was a surprise that the man had this side of him, gentle and caring.
'But maybe because of the guilt. For someone at his caliber, losing his woman to someone weaker than himself would cause immense guilt,' she thought to herself. He had the power to protect her but still failed to protect, typically that kind of feeling. Arina understood that well.
"Alright, we have to catch up with your father, let's pack up and leave," he whispered to the girl. Delia was reluctant to release the hug, but she understood this was not the time for this. She nodded, "Mnn."
He helped her to stand, the moment she stood up, her eyes looked down on her chest. The spot where she got stabbed to death. The lingered pain was still there but when she rubbed her chest, the lingered pain was gone. The pain was her imaginative feeling as her body was fully healed.
