But Xia Lihua didn't let go. She held him as if she was afraid that if she loosened her grip, he would disappear.
"I was… really scared," she murmured again, almost like a confession.
His breath brushed the top of her head. He couldn't help but ask, "Why?"
She hesitated before whispering, "Because… I know what it feels like to stand on the brink of death." Her words trembled, carrying the weight of a memory she rarely let surface.
Yang Lingyun's chest tightened. He wanted to hold her tighter, but instead, he gave a wry smile and said gently, "At least… let me close the door first. It's wide open. Anyone passing by could see us like this."
Xia Lihua immediately pulled away, her face blooming crimson as reality sank in. She turned her head aside, trying to hide her embarrassment.
Yang Lingyun closed the door slowly, his lips curving in quiet amusement. When he turned back, he caught her stealing a glance at him and quickly looking away.
