"Essentially, I'm no saint; saving those beside me when convenient is the limit of my abilities," Yu Hong murmured softly.
Turning his head, he looked back at the three people behind him.
Ku Chan wore an indifferent expression, clearly uninterested in these matters.
Zhang Kajing's countenance was calm, her eyes a cool abyss, inscrutable in their depth.
Yiyi, too, maintained a tranquil facade, yet her gaze brimmed with a clear bewilderment. She and Zhang Kaijun both projected an aura of innocence, shared the same ponytail hairstyle, and both had long black hair.
But at this moment, the two presented a stark visual contrast; one mature, the other naive, one sharp, the other natural.
Yu Hong felt a silent sigh within his heart, yet regardless, Yiyi remained the person he trusted the most.
After all, he was certain of one thing: if he ever found himself in dire straits, the one who would unquestionably come to his aid without a moment's hesitation was certainly Yiyi.
