"Lea!" Dave turned around in a panic. He had indeed gone ahead because Lea had asked. Luckily, what he saw when he turned his head was not a woman who had fallen and was covered in blood, having a miscarriage.
Lea was safe. She was holding onto a street lamp's outer frame. Her heart seemed to burst. Her pale face stared at Dave with wide eyes.
Earlier, after taking a few steps, Lea immediately slipped when she stepped on a thin layer of ice covered with snow. She miscalculated, she thought that the pile of snow that still looked thick would be safe to step on.
"You are okay?" Dave asked worriedly, examining Lea's condition closely. "Let me hold you so you don't fall!" Dave said again half forcefully.
Lea shook her head. "I'll be careful next time!"
