Sang Yan brought over a chair with one hand, and seemingly out of nowhere, he found a soft cushion for it.
After helping Qiao Suisui to sit down, he squatted in front of her, and gently coaxed, "Let's leave this place first," the man's eyes filled with deep concern, "Your health is what's most important."
Seeing Qiao Suisui obediently nod her head, Sang Yan smiled tenderly. He bent down and cautiously lifted her, allowing her head to rest on his shoulder.
Qiao Suisui did not resist, snuggling into his embrace, feeling his warm temperature and his steady heartbeat. She could feel Sang Yan's heartbeat quickening—a beat of worry and care that seemed to resonate within her own heart.
