The flush of red faded from her face, replaced by a deathly pallor. Her body beneath the bathrobe trembled uncontrollably. Terrified tears streamed from her eyes.
"Qin Fan, Qin Fan, Qin Fan, where are you?"
It was as if she had a split personality. Tucked under the covers, Jiang Yino could no longer hold back the flood of haunting memories that broke through her psychological defenses.
Suddenly, she threw the covers aside and screamed in terror.
Her slender body shot upright. She sat on the bed, hugging her knees to her chest and curling into a ball. Her violent trembling laid bare the lingering trauma she was suffering.
Hearing Jiang Yino's terrified scream from the bathroom, Qin Fan flinched. With a sweep of his arm, he threw on his bathrobe. A look of panic on his face, he rushed out.
From the moment Jiang Yino screamed to the moment Qin Fan reached her bedside, less than two seconds had passed.
Without a word, Qin Fan pulled Jiang Yino into a tight embrace.
