Inside the car was a terrified, delicate figure.
Her hands were tied, her dress was in disarray, and her eyes brimmed with tears—she was so scared she had forgotten to call for help.
She huddled in the back seat, like a wounded little rabbit.
A strong protective desire welled up within him, and he moved forward to embrace her tightly, "It's me, I've come to save you!"
The moment he held her in his arms, she finally began to cry out, "I'm so afraid!"
"Don't be afraid, I'm here for you, no one will dare to bully you. Come on, I'll take you home…"
He carried her out of the car, her slender body trembling within the crook of his arm.
She truly had received a great fright.
"Are you hurt? Is there anywhere that feels bad? Should I take you to the hospital?"
She refused to speak, only shaking her head desperately, tears streaming down her face.
"Hmm, so do you know who I am right now?"
