Rain poured down on the streets, and within the night's deep and chilling vastness like the sea, she was almost drowned by loneliness and despair... For a moment, she indeed wanted to end her life in agony.
It was he who had saved her from the brink of death.
The car started moving, and she curled up in his arms like a wounded little animal.
He took off his own suit and wrapped her tightly in it.
Under the dim car lights, she looked up to see only his distinct and handsome profile, his features sharp and deep, his proud eyes dark and profound.
It was him, Gong Beiming.
She was very surprised.
This man had, by chance, saved her several times already.
Although it was the embrace of a stranger, it felt reassuring and warm to her.
His chest was solid, and his arms held her firmly.
"Don't bow your head, the crown will fall!"
He suddenly lowered his eyes and said in a voice rich with magnetism, gently striking her heart and warming her to the point of wanting to cry.