Jiang Siyan had his eyes lowered. His white shirt carried the scent of dampness, and his hair was unkempt, falling chaotically over his brows and eyes, his expression defeated and desolate.
Unusually, he wasn't wearing his glasses, making him look somewhat childlike, his thinness prompting a pang of heartache.
"So I took the fastest connecting flight to get here, and by the time I arrived, eight hours had passed. They said you still hadn't been found, and I dug with them relentlessly… until someone said they had found a person, but that person wasn't breathing."
"I was so scared at that moment—I was afraid to go over, afraid that it was you."
Jiang Jiu's nose tingled slightly, and she took his hand, "Jiang Siyan…"
"Thankfully, it wasn't you. Thankfully, you're alive."
Jiang Siyan looked up, a pale smile crossing his face, "Jiang Jiu, I'm so grateful you're still alive."
