At the critical moment, a strong arm suddenly extended, steadied Chen Jing, and effortlessly lifted her up.
The door suddenly opened, and a blinding sunlight streamed in from outside. Ding Jiaqi subconsciously covered her face with her hand and squinted into the light, only to see a tall and imposing figure emerge, his silhouette outlined in gold by the glare of the backlit sun.
The man was like a god descending among mortals, his features handsome and powerful, with deep, captivating eyes that seemed to house hooks, silently spiraling into vortices that could ensnare one's soul without notice.
Ding Jiaqi's cheeks flushed, keenly aware of the frantic pounding of her heart.
Thump-thump... It made her feel breathless and panicked, nervous and helpless.
"What's going on?" Huo Beijiang said impatiently, "What's all this fuss about? Don't you even have the self-awareness of being a hostage?"
