She reached out and grabbed hold of the hem of his garments, uttering weakly, "Help me!"
She could no longer hold herself up, her body collapsing, only to be caught by the man's firm hold around her waist, effortlessly lifting her up in his arms.
"Hey, who are you? Put her down," threatened the burly man who'd followed them.
The foreign man, cradling Ye Lu, simply got into the car, ignoring them.
The driver, taking a puff of his cigarette, glared at them, "Stop shouting. You bunch of fools better not cause me trouble. Or else, I'll blow your heads off. Understand this, he's a state guest. A big-shot visiting with the Queen of bloody X country. You lot can't afford to mess with him."
...
When Ye Lu awoke, she was lying on a bed, staring at the pristine white ceiling. She felt as though she had experienced a terrible nightmare, leaving her utterly shattered.
