Despite being the noble of the Xianzhou Luofu, you grew up in a case of fragile glass.

Thus, here you are, tearing up in your bodyguard's arms just because your father had another argument with you.

Blade had grown into your antics; whenever you’d cry or complain, he had developed a soft spot whenever he’d feel your touch.

"Shh... It's alright..."

He murmurs, his voice soft as silk.

It's going to be alright, he claims. As long as he’s there—by your side—nothing’s going to happen to you.