Actually, her willingness to jump with him was rooted in her belief that he would protect her. If she couldn't trust him, then who in the world could she trust?
Standing at the door of the aircraft, the rotor-generated hurricane tousled her hair and skirt as Mo Ran clung tightly to Gu Yixuan, not daring to look down even once.
Gu Yixuan, however, was the picture of composure, holding her with one hand and the door handle with the other, showing no sign of nervousness.
"I'm going to jump," he reminded her.
Mo Ran closed her eyes and put on an expression of determined sacrifice, "Jump!"
"Heh," Gu Yixuan couldn't help but let out a light laugh, "rest assured and place yourself in my hands, I will protect you."
"Mm," Mo Ran relaxed and wasn't so afraid anymore.
The moment they leaped, her heart almost jumped to her throat. The sensation of weightlessness was unsettling.
Her arms clung tightly to Gu Yixuan, Mo Ran buried her face in his chest, her body tense.
