After listening, Qinghe didn't know what to feel. Her heart seemed to be clenched by a pair of hands, making it difficult for her to breathe.
Yes, she knew what happened afterward, because the forest where Weisheng Yueren fell was where she was and where their fates intertwined. What the old man didn't know was that the reason those people were certain of their death was that Weisheng Yueren had been seriously injured. Even if he hadn't fallen from the plane, without timely medical treatment, his frail little body was too weak to survive.
Weisheng Yueren's gaze occasionally held complexity when he looked at her, as if he wanted to say something but ended up remaining silent. Were these the thoughts he harbored? The occasional worry and fear in his eyes, the insecurity, always afraid that she would leave him—was he afraid of her despising him?
