The rain became increasingly heavy, and as a consequence of being drenched for so long, Cheng Weiyue felt her head aching unbearably.
She didn't struggle anymore and obediently agreed.
Later, Zhou Jingwei carried her down the mountain, the rain beating upon them, cold to the bone.
Zhou Jingwei used his body to shield her from some of the wind and rain, occasionally bending down to press his face against her forehead, feeling it scorching hot.
The urgency in his eyes was genuine, "Yueyue, hold on a little longer."
Cheng Weiyue didn't know if she heard him or not, but she clenched his collar tightly, her posture one of affection.
After experiencing great danger and peril, one would certainly be frightened afterward.
Zhou Jingwei had arrived even earlier than the police had.
This thought, like some kind of signal, told her that Zhou Jingwei was capable of anything.
