Nan Sichen leaned on her shoulder, with the scent of her body filling his breath. It was quite sweet. He slightly pursed his lips and said, "How long? What if I say... a lifetime?"
Qin Yin struggled to prop him up, gritting her teeth, "You, stop talking. Save some energy. Stand up a bit more. I'm almost crushed by you."
Nan Sichen simply smiled and braced himself against the elevator wall with his injured hand, straightening up. Qin Yin, indeed, felt much relieved. However, the attempt to stand seemed to exhaust him, making him pant heavily.
When Qin Yin turned her head, she saw the elevator wall smeared with blood. His hand seemed to be bleeding more heavily.
"Ah, Nan Sichen, don't move, don't move that hand," she said.
Qin Yin was almost frantic with fear, but there was nothing she could do.
Like any young girl, Qin Yin feared pain. If the dagger had plunged into her body at that moment, the pain must have been unbearable. However, Nan Sichen took the hit for her.
