Her panicked eyes, her helpless demeanor, tugged at a certain place in his heart.
In the end, she showed her vulnerability.
Nannan, the little girl as soft as a cotton ball, overlapped in his eyes to form the same shadow.
When the thunder clapped, before she could start shivering, he decisively took off his wet outer clothes and held her in his embrace, his palm covering one of her ears while the other ear was pressed to the heartbeat in his chest.
"It's okay, there's nothing wrong, Yiye Yao promises you, I won't let anything happen to you."
Her heart raced urgently, and as her eyes and hearing were forced shut, only her sense of touch remained. Around her wrist, a hand with firm fingertips gently captured her pulse, protecting it.
Gradually, her heartbeat calmed, seemingly wrapped and held down by those fingertips.
Yet, the agitation in her heart didn't completely disappear because the heaviness in her lower abdomen felt like a nightmare that wouldn't go away.
