She circled around the restaurant several times, yet she still couldn't find the hallway to the restroom.
She reached into her pocket, realizing she hadn't taken her phone when she left her seat.
Feeling a bit frustrated, she waved her hand, but didn't notice the waiter passing behind her with a bowl of soup. Her hand accidentally knocked into the soup bowl.
"Ah—"
"Ah—"
She and the waiter screamed simultaneously.
The waiter dropped the bowl of soup onto the ground.
Soup and liquid splattered everywhere, Qin Yin slipped and nearly fell.
But a strong, firm hand supported her arm, helping her regain her balance.
"Thank you." She quickly thanked the person holding her, then turned around to see Nan Sichen standing behind her, asking in a low, anxious voice, "Are you burned?"
She pulled back her hand from his grip and didn't answer.
Nan Sichen didn't mind her attitude.
The waiter, looking at the soup on the floor and the broken bowl, was on the verge of tears.
