Ten minutes later.
Chi Jiao stood obediently in the corridor and saw the young man walking towards her from afar.
A few seconds later, she fell into an embrace.
The young man's body was cold, but his embrace was hot.
"Are you hurt?" Quan Jue asked in a low voice.
Only the heavens knew how panic-stricken he was when he saw on the news how Jiaojiao and the kidnapper confronted each other on the rooftop and nearly fell off the top of a tall building.
At that moment, he fully understood something.
He couldn't live without Jiaojiao.
She was the light he relied on to survive.
Without this light, he could only rot and stink in the dark.
If he had to live like that, he was better off dying.
"No." Chi Jiao felt that the flesh wounds on her body were nothing.
