"Are you okay?"
He appeared calm and composed.
The elusive Song Moting appeared before them.
Silently.
She nodded.
"Let's go!"
He said, gripping her arm and leading her toward the door.
Jiang Xiaoxiao reached out tightly to hold that small chubby hand.
Song Moting picked up the little boy, "Hold on to me, close your eyes, it'll be over soon."
There was a hint of tenderness in his voice, and Jiang Xiaoxiao knew that Song Moting was reminded of Tang Yuan.
The boy closed his eyes, nestled tightly against Song Moting's chest.
His small hands clutched tightly at Song Moting's chest.
When on a mission, Song Moting's senses became more acute, the calm within radiated outward.
The tighter the mission, the calmer he became, as if time slowed to slow motion.
In moments like these, he could see and hear every detail, analyzing and predicting outcomes in his mind, then making decisions and acting.
