"Because of your eyes,"
With a sincere smile on her face, Ye Wan stared into He Sichen's eyes and said, "I saw two words in them."
He Sichen's eyes shifted from seriousness to solemnity. "What words?"
Ye Wan didn't speak for a long time.
The two words were so heavy that she felt pressured just by saying them out loud.
After quite a while, Ye Wan wrote two words on the stone bench next to her.
Save me.
He Sichen stared at those two words, lost in a long trance.
At that moment, he was undoubtedly angry.
But even more overwhelming than his anger was a feeling of helplessness.
He didn't know what to do.
Having worked all around the world over the past few years, he had never appeared alone in public.
The chaos of the peaked cap.
The crying of a child.
His first reaction was to call the police.
But he didn't have a cellphone.
Ask passersby for help?
