In the darkness, Huo Siyu's breath grew heavy as he nestled his face against Shen Li's and gently embraced her, fearing that too much excitement might cause her pain.
Shen Li was still alive, her body was warm, she could speak, and she could smile at him.
On the plane, he had thought of countless possibilities, but no matter what, Shen Li had to be alive, well and beside him.
Even after receiving the message from Dongfang that Shen Li was alright, he still couldn't ease his worry. Only by holding Shen Li in his arms could he feel at peace.
"Huo Siyu... why weren't you by my side when I was most helpless..." Suddenly, Shen Li spoke as if talking to herself, as though she was questioning him, but also questioning herself.
Would things have been different if Huo Siyu had been the one to rescue her? Would she not have…?
But fate had already made its decision; nothing could be changed, and it was all just wishful thinking on her part.
