Ahya half crouched down and looked at Zhaoning.

Zhaoning has red eyes, small hands clenched together, half uneasy, half terrified.

"Don't be afraid, Zhaoning." Ahya took a deep breath, she knew that her anger just now, I'm afraid she had scared this child, gently touched Zhaoning's head.

Zhaoning shook her head heavily, her voice a little trembling, but still firm: "Sister Ahya."

She's not afraid.

The cold intent in ...