He Zhiyao stared at her face, which was streaked with tears like the pattern on a tabby cat, and nodded.
"Yeah, your makeup has smeared."
Qin Shuang quickly buried her face into He Zhiyao's shoulder.
He Zhiyao laughed, finally relaxing. If she could still joke around with him that meant she was alright.
Once again, the sound of a car stopping and the approaching wail of police sirens came from outside.
Qin Ming rushed in from outside, looking over in concern, "Shuangshuang!"
Qin Shuang lifted her head from He Zhiyao's shoulder and waved at Qin Ming, "Brother, I'm fine."
She moved her body, which had become a bit stiff from excessive fright, and then suddenly remembered that after catching her, He Zhiyao had also fallen to the ground. She had landed on him and felt fine, without any discomfort, but He Zhiyao had cushioned her fall. Could he have been injured?
