Everything here was far too important to her; in an instant, it surpassed a certain budding fondness in Yamana's heart.
Without any time to recall memories, the moment this young guard spoke, Yamana's hand shot swiftly toward her waist—since it was a reflexive move, whenever she encountered danger, she would always think of taking out the Divine Artifact.
She had simply overlooked one thing: at this moment she didn't have the Divine Artifact on her at all—so her hand just grabbed at air, her palm pressed to her waist, striking the pose of drawing a gun, yet she could neither draw nor not draw, and could only freeze there awkwardly.
The young guard… Boss Luo blinked, as if he hadn't noticed Yamana's current embarrassment at all, and slowly walked into the room.
"You… how did you get here?" After a moment of silence, Yamana calmed herself down, frowned, and asked, "You… how much do you know?"
