With these thoughts in mind, a feeling of unwarranted suffocation crept into Gu Qingxin's chest...
Gu Qingxin had not expected the night streets to be more crowded than they were during the day. The bustling crowd helped her push distressing thoughts from her mind, and with great interest, the young girl looked all around her.
Beiming Han had been protecting her from behind, preventing the crowd from jostling her.
But an accident still occurred. A man, pushed by the crowd, almost crashed into the girl who was occupied with seeing the handicraft items. Beiming Han, with his quick reflexes, promptly pulled her into his arms.
His stern eyes swept over the man disapprovingly, scaring him into hurriedly apologizing before fleeing.
"Are you alright? Did he knock into you?" Beiming Han asked her, creating some distance between them.
Gu Qingxin shook her head. Seeing the man's anxious expression, her face turned inexplicably red, and her heart started to race...
