She cried hard, her body shaking, and her tears quickly made his clothes wet as they flowed down his neck…
Shentu Jing's heart felt like it had been stabbed multiple times. He patted her gently on the back with one wide palm, as if handling fragile glass.
"Don't be afraid. I'm here," Shentu Jing said, hugging her and patting her gently.
I'm here.
I'm here.
Those words were deeply comforting to Qin Zhuzhu, echoing in her heart. Somehow, she felt safe in this stranger's arms. Because of the extreme panic and fear she had felt earlier, Qin Zhuzhu cried for some time before she stopped, then started to hiccup. She had never treated a stranger like this so why was she so comfortable with him?
Shentu Jing patiently helped her to smooth out her breathing, but he was afraid to startle her or reveal his identity, so he didn't dare move his stiff body or say another word. There were so many times he wanted to tell her that he was alive and well, but he couldn't.
