Zane Thorne saw Gideon Sheffield's actions, his hands still outspread, his expression unchanged, and he made no defensive move.
At the moment when Gideon Sheffield suddenly pushed, seeing the lack of fluctuation in Zane's eyes, he became very clear-headed. Just as Zane was about to fall, unable to maintain his balance, Gideon grabbed fiercely onto Zane's clothes.
But his legs were broken, the snow was slippery, and the wheelchair couldn't stay put, he couldn't exert any strength. Zane's hands were still outspread without making any self-saving gestures.
Gideon widened his eyes with a fierce glare, his neck turning red, veins bulging.
"Grab hold of me, quick."
"What am I supposed to do if you die?"
"Weren't you supposed to let me keep hating you?"
"Zane, you damn well can't die."
"Hurry up and grab me!"
But Zane just curled his lips, still not making any move. He watched as Gideon's eyes filled up with his image again, feeling momentarily despondent.
