Jiang Youzhi lowered his head, and just when his lips were about to touch Yun Jiao's, he stopped.
Her skin was so delicate, he was afraid the stubble on his face would prick her.
Yun Jiao looked up and cupped his face, murmuring with tears, "Fool," and then pulled him toward her.
Jiang Youzhi showed restraint, only lingering briefly on her lips before letting go.
He held her shoulders, gazing intently at her, "Time is short, I need to quickly tell you something."
"We came here with a caravan, the escape plan, I've arranged everything."
"Mother, Uncle, San Yao, Liu Lang, Hui Xiang, Lin Qiao will pretend to be a family and leave with the caravan tomorrow."
"Father, Xiao Chuan, and Ruru will hide in the city for a few days, then depart with another caravan. I've handled the road permits and found people to disguise them."
"Once everyone has left, I'll leave with you."
