Su Jiuyi's vision gradually became clear, and she saw the man in front of her clearly—his facial contours, his nose, his lips, and those deep, unfathomable eyes. In that instant, they were deeply imprinted on her heart.
"Shi... Ao Jue..."
For the first time, she called his name with both first and last, but her voice was still weak, much like her current state, making it seem as if her presence could barely be felt.
"I'm here." Shi Aoju's voice was deep. Looking at her face, so pale it had no trace of blood, his eyes were filled with tenderness. He freed a hand to caress her face with utmost affection.
"Are you hurt?"
Suddenly, she pulled her hand away from his grasp, not knowing where she found the strength. Her hand slid down his face, along his neck, past his clavicle, and to his chest, inch by inch, worried he might have been shot after she lost consciousness.
