Leng Youchen dragged her suitcase over and saw her standing dazed under the airplane. He walked to her side, "What are you standing there for? Hurry onto the plane. Every second he delays is another moment of life-threatening danger."
Wei Anning snapped back to reality and hurriedly climbed the ladder onto the helicopter.
She sat across from Gong Ting, looking at his handsome face drained of color due to severe blood loss. She took off her jacket and covered him with it.
Leng Youchen sat beside her, reaching out to pull her into his arms. He whispered, "Don't worry, he'll be alright."
Tears clouded Wei Anning's eyes, and a rush of guilt, unease, and fear overwhelmed her. For the past five years, every time she faced danger, Gong Ting stood in front of her—last time blocking a bullet, this time blocking a knife.
Each time, he did it without hesitation, and she hated herself for being unable to reciprocate his feelings even in such circumstances.
