He knew she was afraid, her frail body couldn't bear too much disappointment...
He tried hard to hold her tight, to calm her down.
She kept hitting him, struggling, kicking like a frenzied little wild cat. No matter what she did, he never let go.
The rain grew heavier, enveloping everything between heaven and earth.
She exhausted all her strength, stopped struggling, and quietly nestled in his arms.
"The rain is heavy, let me carry you home, my dear!"
She no longer resisted at all. He bent down, carrying her drenched body step by step towards the hospital's parking lot.
By the time they returned to the Gong Family's home, it was already late at night.
Zhuang Surong opened the door for them. Upon seeing the soaking wet Han Yi, she let out a deep sigh.
"You two..."
"Mom, can you make a bowl of ginger tea for me?"
Gong Tingxuan looked exhausted, his voice hoarse beyond recognition.
Zhuang Surong nodded and quickly headed to the kitchen.
