Ji Huan suddenly cried out in alarm.
The vagrant, who had been sitting quietly on the edge of the *kang* bed, had suddenly stood up. He took a single step on the foot fitted with the new Achilles tendon boot and immediately pitched forward.
Ji Huan watched, wide-eyed, as he fell toward her like a collapsing mountain. Her first instinct was to dodge.
But she was the closest one to him. If she moved and he fell, what if he tore the newly healed tendon again?
It seemed like a lot of thoughts, but it all happened in an instant.
Before her cry had even faded, she gritted her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut, and threw herself toward the vagrant—
Her intention had been to push against his chest, but somehow, when the motion stopped, she found herself with her arms wrapped tightly around the vagrant's waist.
"Quick… my back… my back… my back's about to break."
