Anning's pov
My palm tingled slightly as I dropped my hand back to my side. I stared up at Wanqing, my chest rising and falling so quickly that I could barely catch my breath.
She remained where she was, one hand slowly lifting to touch the cheek I'd just slapped. For a moment, neither of us spoke until she finally stared at me.
"Wbar was that for?" She said calmly though there was a slight edge in her voice. She didn't seem angry about the slap, she had no right, yet seeing her like this made me feel weird.
The Gu Wanqing isn't supposed to be so soft, right?
"What the hell were you thinking?" I demanded, my voice trembling. "You promised me you were going to come down right behind me."
Wanqing frowned slightly at my words, "I did."
"No, you didn't" I yelled back, taking a step closer to her.
"Tiger, I'm not dead. Am I?" She asked, tilting her head to the side.
I stared at her in disbelief, before saying, "That doesn't mean anything!"
