Chi Yue stood motionless, as if nailed to the spot, silent until Qiao Dongyang walked over, took her hand, and only then did she seem to snap out of it. She struggled out of his grasp and gave the rescue team a quiet look, softly speaking, "They are at Wild Ghost Bay. Have you called the police? Don't enter rashly."
Calm.
Rational.
Composed.
Lucid.
No one could accurately describe this woman.
There were no tears, no fear, no sign of weakness. Her defiant demeanor as she stood there was as if she were telling someone else's story.
Qiao Dongyang's face changed again and again with anger, frustration, a mix of emotions swirling, almost as if he wanted to tear someone apart. But he didn't ask anything, he just tightened his grip on Chi Yue's hand for a moment before suddenly releasing it, then went to brush her hair, his voice unintentionally much gentler, "Are you hurt anywhere?"
He was very anxious.
But Chi Yue was unflustered, taking a step back, distancing herself from him.
