"Lingling?"
Xiang Yimo called out Zhong Lingling's name while drying his hair.
Seeing the light on the terrace, Xiang Yimo walked towards the direction of the terrace.
Hearing Xiang Yimo's approaching footsteps, the man who had been covering Zhong Lingling's mouth and nose finally let go and fled.
Zhong Lingling's vision turned black, and she collapsed.
Xiang Yimo heard someone scurrying away on the terrace, immediately became alert, and rushed out just in time to see Zhong Lingling's body go limp, about to hit the ground. He instantly dropped the towel, quickly took two steps in three, and caught the fainting Zhong Lingling.
"Lingling! Lingling...!"
By the time Zhong Lingling regained consciousness, it was deep into the night.
As she opened her eyes, the first person she saw was Xiang Yimo, and her anxious heart relaxed at once.
"I'm not dead, am I?" Zhong Lingling asked weakly.
