Broken gravel came crashing down with a clatter, and Chuzheng shielded Xin Zhu as they landed on the slightly damp ground.
With Chuzheng covering him, Xin Zhu's whole head was buried against her chest, and the warmth of her breath instantly spread through his body.
He seemed to hear her heartbeat, steady and calm, soothing in such an environment.
The sounds in his ears faded, and Xin Zhu felt the dampness in the air.
In front of him was complete Dark; he couldn't see anything, only the faint sound of her breathing from time to time.
Xin Zhu's slightly tense voice cut through the Dark: "A-are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
The girl's voice was cool and indifferent, almost flat, betraying no sign of anything unusual.
Chuzheng sat up, and when Xin Zhu tried to struggle up as well, she held him firmly in her arms, not letting him move.
"Don't move."
Perhaps because the voice of the person holding him was too calm and solemn, Xin Zhu stiffened there and didn't dare move.
