It wasn't the first time Qiao Anhao had seen him having a fit, but it was never with such an intensity. He was filled with so much hatred that it scared her.
Qiao Anhao was slightly frightened. She wanted to approach him but paused, looking at him for a long while. When she confirmed that he wasn't going to do anything sudden or extreme, she reached out a hand towards his arm. After touching him, she reached back swiftly, to ensure that he wasn't going to push her away again. Since he didn't react, with slightly more courage this time, she moved over gingerly, calling out his name softly.
