Richard felt so sad to see Emma look helpless, crying. He clearly rejected his father's desire to return to the military.
"Miss Emma...." Now, Richard tried to hold the girl's shoulders and pulled her gently. Putting the girl's face in his arms. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going. Why are you so scared?"
Emma didn't speak. Her words caught in her throat. She couldn't. She couldn't hold back the sadness in her heart right now.
Richard so faithfully stroked Emma's long, slightly brownish black hair. How could Richard leave such a weak girl? This girl cannot be left behind. She's weak. She is fragile. She couldn't even bring out the people around her.
"I'll still be your bodyguard. You don't have to worry," said Richard.
"You promise?" demanded Emma, still in vain.
"I promise.
