"I'm fine, thank you."
Xu Qingqiu, likely terrified, unconsciously hid behind Chu Tian, her face completely pale, yet she still stubbornly insisted she was alright.
"Don't be scared, I'm here. COUGH, COUGH!"
Feeling the solid body next to her, Xu Qingqiu finally felt much more at ease. It was as if a calm harbor had suddenly appeared in the midst of a violent storm, filling her with a sense of complete safety. Especially at her most desperate moment, the image of the figure kicking through the air had indelibly branded itself onto her heart, impossible to dismiss.
But after a brief moment of distraction, she quickly realized something, noticing Chu Tian's hoarse voice and that unmistakable cough.
Xu Qingqiu immediately thought of something, and her panic faded significantly. One hand clutched tightly at Chu Tian's arm, while the other soothed his back, helping him breathe easier.
"Mmm, I'm not scared anymore. You don't talk; take care of your throat."
