Song Qingchun could feel her heart being overwhelmed by something; it tasted sweet and sour with a hint of pain. Song Qingchun repeated the words Su Zhinian told her several times in her minds, and her brain that was put in some sort of stasis after being pushed off the edge of the building started to resuscitate.
The leap of faith that she saw, his hand that stretched toward her in mid-air, the tight grasp he had on her wrist as he pulled her into his embrace, how he sacrificed himself to act as her body shield before they hit the floor… All those things that she had thought were merely illusions created by her mind… were all real.
When he saw her fall from the building, he had followed her.
Song Qingchun's lashes twitched with fear, and tears swallowed up her eyes. She stared at him like a post-trauma victim before asking, rather a bit too late, "How about you, are you alright?"
