Tingye's long fingers brushed her cheek; the cold at his fingertips made his brows knit. He reached out and pulled her into his arms. "With me here, no one dares hurt you!"
"How did you end up coming?" Meimei lifted her small head, her face still very pale. Her little hand clutched the front of his shirt, and when she thought of what had just happened, she still felt a lingering fear.
If he hadn't shown up in time, she'd probably be lying in a hospital right now.
"The text you sent me, I saw it." Tingye suddenly tightened his arms and held her firmly against his chest. His dark eyes closed; recalling that scene just now, a wave of panic swept through his heart.
If he'd been even a little bit later, he didn't even dare imagine what would have happened to her!
"Text?"
