Under the cover of night, the black car sped along the road.
In the car, Qiao Yu sat in the passenger seat. Through the rearview mirror, he caught sight of Jian Qing being cradled in Quan Jingwu's arms, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes.
In his memory, Jian Qing had always maintained an unperturbed composure, never appearing so desperate and frail.
They never expected that the moment they journeyed to the tropical rainforest, an earthquake would strike J City, as if the universe was playing a cruel joke on them.
In the back seat, Quan Jingwu held Jian Qing tightly, their wet clothes soaking the seat.
He looked down at the figure in his arms, stroking the hair clinging to her cheeks, revealing her pale face, the shadows under her eyelids, the dry lips devoid of colour, making her seem fragile as if she would disappear at the slightest touch.
"My darling, I'm sorry... I'm sorry…"
He murmured in her ear, their foreheads touching each other, his eyes full of heartache.
