Zhou Yanshen helped Qian Yue put on the safety rope.
He gazed into those eyes, gentlemanly and considerate. "Tell me if you're afraid."
"Yes." Qian Yue stepped onto the first stake.
She seemed to be a little unsteady as she grabbed the steel rope and took a step forward.
After crossing a few wooden stakes, she felt inexplicably dizzy. "Mr. Zhou, can you help me?"
Zhou Yanshen leaned towards her. When he held her left hand, an unprecedented feeling welled up in his heart.
"Don't be nervous." He comforted her gently with a smile. "I won't let you fall."
The warmth of his palm wrapped around Qian Yue.
She looked at his back and the throbbing feeling was even stronger than last night. Even the last trace of nervousness was gone.
When they reached the middle, Pei Zhi held Lin Jiao's hand and slowly stepped on the wooden stake.
