Right then, an inexplainable fear and horror started to creep up into Lu Jinnian's heart, drowning him,
If anything were to really happen to her in his crew, he would never forgive himself.
It was like there was something stuck in Lu Jinnian's throat, painful and swollen. With both arms, he reached over to hold Qiao Anhao's arm with the band aid where she had her IV.
The image of when he charged into Producer Sun's room flashed across his mind again. The memory of Producer Sun pressed up against her. His own stiff, emotionless expression. Suddenly, it felt like someone had stabbed him in the heart, then forcibly sliced across. He felt the pain of blood pouring out of him.
He couldn't help but grip onto her hand even harder, as though he was upset about something. Then, he lowered his head, and gently kissed her slim fingers.
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