Wen Yi felt she did not depend on him, but she could not deny that upon seeing him at this moment, she instantly became weak, like the weariness after a string of tension.
As soon as Mo Shichen saw her, he walked towards her and effortlessly scooped her into his arms, whispering, "Are you hurt?"
Her fingers unwittingly clutched at his clothes, shaking her head.
"Good, that's good."
With his arm around her waist, Mo Shichen led her away.
Wen Yi was held by him, passively moved along by his strength.
The hospital was chaotic, and although no armed thugs appeared on their floor, the frightened crowd was still in a tumult, their order completely gone.
She walked slowly, her mind turning to mush along with the chaos around her, wanting to think but finding more confusion the more she tried. It was only when he was about to enter the elevator with her in his embrace that she suddenly came to her senses and stood in front of him, looking up at him.
"Mo Shichen."
