Chapter 792: Farewell

She really did stop in her tracks.

People were frantically fleeing all around her.

White Fox was there, Xiong Er was there, and even Yeh Xing, who had come to keep watch, was not far behind her, looking on.

So, in fact, there was not a single bit of danger near her, and these people had her encircled in a safe zone.

But still.

Some of that group had escaped.

“We haven’t caught all of them, it’s very dangerous, don’t make any rash moves, don’t leave my side,”

White Fox was facing away from Bo Yanching’s direction, his lips didn’t part, but he spoke in a voice close to a woman’s using ventriloquism.

Nan Jiaojiao pressed her lips together hard, suddenly feeling an impulse surge within her, at least in that moment, she wanted to throw caution to the wind.

What danger?

She didn’t care one bit, if she just walked away like this, all the danger would shift to Bo Yanching.

She ran back.

Bo Yanching was getting closer, and when their fingertips could touch each other, Bo Yanching took a stride forward, pulling Nan Jiaojiao into his embrace.

The hand wrapped around her waist trembled, steadied for a moment, then slowly moved to her back, soothingly patting up and down as if consoling a child.

“How can you be so careless, even getting this little distance wrong?”

The man’s low and deep voice unfurled by her ear.

It sounded really pleasing, truly pleasing.

Nan Jiaojiao lifted her head; her limbs were stiff and immobile.

A hand cradled the back of her head, bringing her closer into the embrace.

Oh well.

Now that they were exposed, why worry so much about it?

Bo Yanching wasn’t so frail; even if she hadn’t cleaned up this mess completely and a few had slipped through to bother him, he had the capability to handle it.

With this thought, Nan Jiaojiao cared even less about anything else and buried herself deeper into his chest, rubbing gently and slowly against the clearly defined lines of his neck.

Bo Yanching embraced her even more tenderly, his voice hoarse, “Were you frightened?”

“Mmm…”

“It’s okay,” Bo Yanching glanced at the people in the hallway, then he embraced Nan Jiaojiao behind the door of a safe exit.

He cooed, “I’m here now, nothing bad will happen; come home with me, I have something to tell you.”

Nan Jiaojiao lifted her head; she had just moved when her head bumped into his palm.

He steadied her, intending to pull her into his embrace, hesitated for a moment, then loosened his grip slightly so she could look up at him.

“Bo Yanching…”

“Hm?” He sensed something off about her expression, “Don’t block me off with words and don’t play the brave drinker; I have something I really want to say.

It’s noisy here, let’s go home and talk slowly.”

“What should I do…”

She wasn’t really asking, her voice was so faint, it almost sounded intangible, “I don’t think I can go back?”

Bo Yanching watched her intently, “What are you talking about?”

Nan Jiaojiao shook her head, “I’m sorry, it’s because of me, you almost got blasted that night.”

Bo Yanching’s brow fiercely twitched, an inexplicable panic surged within him, his mouth suddenly dry, he quickly licked his lips before asking, “Which night?”

As soon as he finished the question, he quickly recalled being trapped on the street that time, filled with the image of Nan Jiaojiao searching for him on the streets and the bomb a few cars distance from him.

His voice suddenly tightened, “What do you mean?

How did you know about this?”

Bo Yanching still held her, but couldn’t stand the way Nan Jiaojiao was looking at him now, as if she was bidding farewell.

Wanting to pull her closer into his embrace again, he suddenly felt the gun tucked under her outer coat at her lower back.

“You have a gun on you?”

He breathed sharply, “Where did you get this?”

Nan Jiaojiao stared at him, not daring to look for too long, his expression was particularly fierce at the moment.

She tiptoed, moved close to his ear, and whispered a sentence softly.

“Haven’t you always wanted to know about my past?”