"Can you walk?"
Jiang Ye didn't speak, only nodding slightly.
Chuzheng supported him up, and the people in the corridor all went back to their rooms as instructed. She brought him into the room and set him down.
Chuzheng let out a sigh and was about to get up, but then Jiang Ye pulled her back down.
He clutched her tightly, as if holding onto a life-saving straw.
Chuzheng: "..."
Jiang Ye's somewhat heavy breathing hit Chuzheng's neck.
Chuzheng struggled to prop herself up to look at him; the young man's eyes were tightly shut, and his body trembled slightly.
"I have a cell phone, let me go," Chuzheng said.
It took almost a minute for Jiang Ye to slowly let go of his grip, but he only loosened it slightly.
Chuzheng took out her cellphone and turned on the flashlight function.
The room immediately brightened up.
Jiang Ye adapted to the light and slowly opened his eyes.
