Ning Xuan turned to Yun Han, the Silver Horn in her hand. Seeing how pale he was, she asked, "What's wrong? Are you hurt?"
The words had barely left Ning Xuan's lips when Yun Han dropped to his knees. "I overstepped my bounds and distracted you, failing to notice the danger and leading you into peril. My crime is unforgivable. Please, Contractor, deliver my punishment."
"Uh..." Ning Xuan recalled how Yun Han had claimed his legs were too weak to stand just moments before. 'He's usually so shy,' she thought. 'He finally worked up the courage to be bold for once, and now he's probably going to be traumatized.'
"It's not your fault. I was the one who started it," Ning Xuan comforted him.
