As Ceng Rou had descended into the depths of depression, the person had stood up yet again. This person was none other than Xia Tian, and he had instantly struck down the man in black. Seeing Xia Tian still alive had caused Ceng Rou to involuntarily lose control of her emotions.
She cried. There was no trace of any lady-like grace to her bawling, nor was there any semblance of a strong-willed woman. Ceng Rou was bawling her tears out, and so too was her daughter. However, since Ceng Rou's daughter had been injected with a drug, her crying was muffled.
Ceng Rou plunged directly into Xia Tian's embrace, and at that instant, she felt as if there was nowhere else as safe as his arms. They were extremely warm, and a wish sprung out of her at that moment. She would not leave his arms, and her mind was devoid of all else.
"Ahem! Ahem!" Xia Tian let out two pained coughs, and continued with, "Quickly, we must leave this place."