What are the odds of being killed by a loose brick? Perhaps slightly higher than just scraping the skin.
Before meeting Wang Shumei, Lin Nianhe imagined a hundred ways Sister Shumei could die.
Luckily, she was fortunate.
Su Yuncheng had never seen Lin Nianhe like this before.
In his memory, she was always sporting a fearless smile, even daring to stab the most vicious criminals first.
She had often said she was scared, sometimes coquettishly, sometimes jokingly, and sometimes simply because she was too lazy to explain.
This was the first time she showed such a vulnerable expression.
Su Yuncheng reached out his hand, instinctively wanting to hug her.
However, Lin Nianhe gave a light laugh and stepped back half a step.
She pointed at her dirty clothes and then at his uniform: "Don't dirty your uniform."
Regaining her composure, she took a deep breath and stretched lazily, "I'm fine, it's a small matter, I'll feel better after slapping her."
