With those words, Chang Min could see a pale girl lying on her deathbed in front of himself, and the glimpse faded away when he blinked rapidly.
The sudden outburst of emotions and panic made him flinch backwards from a totally unknown view that felt more like a long forgotten memory, making him slip and fall. As soon as his attention came back to the present and he realized where he was, his hands struggled frantically to find something to stabilize himself. But at the last moment, he felt that someone had held him carefully, supporting his back so that he wouldn't fall.
Although as far as he remembered, he was alone in the kitchen, in the middle of a competition with the worst enemy of his life; so understandably, he hadn't expected any help from him.
Chang Min tried to focus his eyes against the bright light and find out the identity of the person whose arms were hindering his rapid and violent descent to the floor at the moment.