Zhulan struggled to breathe as Zhou Shuren embraced her too tightly; she couldn't even lift her arms. She coughed, "If you keep holding me like this, I think I might really be in trouble."
Zhou Shuren hastily loosened his grip, the little old man was in such a panic that he was sweating profusely. Having felt reassured by the embrace, his legs then gave way and he plopped down onto the ground.
This frightened Zhulan as well, and she forgot about her sore foot, hurriedly reaching out to help him up, "What's wrong with you?"
Zhou Shuren caught his breath and smiled, "I was scared. In my lifetime, you're the only one who can scare me like this. I have no strength in my limbs now. I was truly scared to death just now. As I ran in here, I kept thinking, if anything were to happen to you, I'd take my own life afterward. Thank goodness you're alright, thank goodness."
