Under the light of the Lightning, he saw Fu Ya curled up in the quilt. Her body was shivering, and every sound of thunder would make her scream.
Si Han walked over and hugged her with the quilt in his arms.
“No, let go of me!”
Fu Ya struggled with all her might, her nails scratching Si Han’s face and body.
He did not feel any pain at all and hugged her even tighter. One of his hands patted her back gently as if comforting her. “Don’t be afraid, you only had a nightmare. It wasn’t real.”
His tireless comforting gradually calmed fu ya’s emotions that were on the verge of collapse.
She held onto his hand tightly, as if she was holding onto a life-saving straw.
“Don’t go...”
“No, I’m right here.”
Fu Ya leaned against his chest and panted. Listening to the steady heartbeat coming from his chest, her stiff brain finally started to move.
After a long while, she raised her head.
In the darkness, Si Han’s face was as warm as fire, illuminating her heart.
