"Jiyai!" Qin Feng caught her before she could hit the floor, his arms steady and strong.
Her head fell against his shoulder, her breath shallow and uneven.
He held her tightly, heart pounding. "Damn it… You pushed yourself too hard…"
Looking down at her pale face, now slightly flushed with warmth, he sighed.
There was so much she hadn't said yet. So many questions between them.
"She's safe now, but we're not done yet," he muttered.
With careful movements, Qin Feng lifted her into his arms and carried her down the hallway toward his room.
He walked slowly, not because she was heavy, but because he didn't want to jostle her. Not after everything she'd been through.
Once inside his room, he gently laid her on the bed.
Her blue hair fanned across the pillow, and her expression, though unconscious, was peaceful.
Her hands were no longer trembling. Her breathing had steadied.
Qin Feng sat down beside her, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
