The anxious tone in her voice was not new to Shi Che; it had flashed in his mind the day before, after the elevator had plummeted, when Ling Chuxia had been calling out to him by his ear in the same tone.
At the time, he had thought she was just scared, which was why she had become panicked, but now… from her panic, he felt her concern.
Was she worried about him? She had just been so angry, yet the moment she saw him fall, she had even forgotten to be angry…
To confirm his thoughts, Shi Che, enduring the pain, forced his dark eyes open and fixed his gaze on Ling Chuxia's face. Her delicate features were scrunched up, her elegant brows tightly furrowed, and her large, clear eyes were filled with concern.
He hadn't guessed wrong; she was indeed worried about him. This kind of concern, just like when he had saved her in the elevator, sprang from instinct because only instinct could cause such concern in such a short amount of time.
