Holding the woman in his arms, Zhou Cangyan didn't let go for a long, long time.
Within his faintly gleaming eyes was a deeply hidden terror.
She was clearly right here in his arms, but the image that flashed before his eyes was still of her falling from that high place just moments ago—
In that instant, he had suddenly panicked.
A panic like he had never known before...
Even now, he was terrified by the what-ifs. 'What if I had been a step too late?'
'What if I hadn't caught her?'
'Or what if she had been hurt?'
The thought of these possibilities felt like a piece of his heart was being gouged out.
Song Lianhe was also still reeling from the shock.
She leaned against his chest, her heart pounding. DONG DONG DONG.
Her hands trembling, she raised them to wrap around his waist, burying her cheek in his chest.
"Thank you... I'm so glad you came."
