She hid in a warm embrace, a pair of strong arms tightly wrapped around her. Despite the danger ahead, she felt a sense of calm at this moment.
The world seemed to shake with a loud "bang," as fierce tongues of fire surged forth, accompanied by debris driven by a violent gust, slicing through the air with sharp edges.
Yan Song pressed her head tightly into his embrace, swept to the ground by the blast. He used himself as a shield, rolling on the ground upon landing as various debris struck his back, with a shard of glass deeply embedding into his back muscles.
Yun Ya heard a suppressed groan above her head, as the arms holding her tightened slightly, almost making it difficult for her to breathe.
"Brother Yan..." Tears streamed down her face, as she heard his gentle, low voice in her ear, "It's all right now..."
Yun Ya reached up to touch, and felt her hands covered in blood, her heart suddenly clenched tightly.
Yan Song's head tilted to the side, his head completely drooping.
