In the corridor, Jian Qing's steps grew heavier, her stride slightly wobbly. It was a stark contrast to the persistence she displayed in the photo studio moments ago.
Jian Qing dug into her pockets, only to realize with dismay that she had forgotten to bring any candies today. Waves of intense stomach pain washed over her, causing her to bite down on her lip.
There was a turn at the end of the corridor. Almost on instinct, Jian Qing kept moving, only for a tall, lean figure to suddenly loom ahead of her.
Startled, Jian Qing reflexively stepped back. As her hand slipped against the wall, she stumbled and began to fall.
In that moment, she couldn't help but mock herself for such a clumsy fall.
However, instead of the pain of impact, a strong hand caught her. Cradled in a warm embrace, she was taken aback by the familiar and comforting scent of the stranger. She barely had time to glimpse her savior before she fell into him.
