Jiang Qi slid to the floor with Shen Yi in his arms. For a man who had been surrounded by violence all his life, who had learned never to show weakness or affection, this was new to the people around. Jiang Qi had never shown compassion so openly, not even toward his own father. That was the way he had been taught. But now, without trying at all, his eyes burned as silent tears slipped down, falling one after another while he stared at Shen Yi's face that was slowly turning pale.
Jiang Qi's hands trembled. His lips pulled into a smile, but it was no ordinary smile. It was filled with fear, worry, fright, and more fear layered over again. Slowly, he touched Shen Yi's face with shaking fingers, whispering his name, so soft as if he was afraid that speaking too loudly would make Shen Yi vanish into thin air.
"Shen Yi…"
