Nalan Ye Jue landed the helicopter in front of Qin Xin's sports car with a stern face.
He stepped out of the cockpit, his leg unsteady from a recent surgery, unable to switch to a wheelchair or change into knee pads, and walked with a limp, using only an easily-picked dry branch as his support.
He looked at Qin Xin's car surrounded by flames, and in the depths of his eyes were pain, anger, regret, and rage... A myriad of emotions intertwined, making his starry eyes almost blaze.
He walked step by step into the fire.
"Even if I can only bring out your bones, as your husband, I must find you..."
His foot was tripped by a stone on the mountain path, causing him to stumble slightly, the thorn on the dry branch breaking his palm, yet he hurriedly headed toward the burning sports car.
As if there was the most precious thing he had in his life, the most indispensable thing.
Just as he was about to open the door of the burning cockpit.
