Her body trembled, and her heart was in so much pain it was like a piece of it had been dug out.
She trembled again and carefully touched his body. Then, she called weakly, "Wei Lingnan…"
The man who had fallen in the puddle remained motionless as if he was dead.
She knelt down in the storm, not caring that her legs were immersed in the puddle. Trying hard, she carefully turned him over. She tried a few times without success. As she endured the burning pain and was about to flip him again, her wrist was suddenly caught.
She was startled and exclaimed. In a split second, she was already pressed on the ground covered with water in the storm, and Wei Lingnan was holding her wrist and pressing on her body.
She looked at him with beautiful eyes, her heart beating fiercely.
He… he wasn't dead yet?!
How could it be?!
