He gently patted the little girl's back, feeling the corner of his shirt being gripped tightly, his furrowed brows nearly capable of squashing a fly.
"Zhizhi, calm down." Shi Wei softly coaxed her.
Seeing those crimson eyes showing no sign of fading, the worry in his heart magnified countless times: "It's over now, he's still alive."
Yu Zhi leaned against the crook of his arm, gasping for breath as though having been filled with seawater.
Trapped in guilt and self-reproach, she seemed incapable of waking from that nightmare no matter what.
"Zhizhi, Wen Renche is alive." Flustered, Shi Wei was forced to repeat it again.
He lowered his head slightly, covering her eyes with his own and placing an impossibly gentle kiss upon them.
His free hand then slipped through her fingers insistently, interlocking them tightly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
His deep voice carried a hint of hoarseness.
