Contrary to expectations.

One day, Zhou Te sent me a video.

In the video, a little boy was teetering, and a couple ran over to catch him.

At the moment he fell, the man caught the little boy but knocked over his wife's hat, revealing her face.

…………

The voice in the video continued, "Quick, accurate, and decisive catch. What is an ordinary hero? This is an ordinary hero!"

This video has received over a hundred thousand likes. I couldn't estimate how high the view count would be or how many people had seen this video.

The comments section was filled with praise, but I felt a chill in my hands and chest.

All sorts of chaotic thoughts surged in my mind. I wanted to call Lu Yinong, but my throat couldn't produce any sound.

My phone slipped from my hand and fell to the ground with a clang.

Lu Yinong came out of the study and looked in the direction of the sound, noticing that something was wrong with me.

She squatted down, worriedly asking, "Yizhou? Are you feeling unwell?"

Her hand held mine, warm and alive.

The video finished playing and started looping again. Excited voices from passersby rang out, "Holy shit, holy shit, the kid was about to fall—"

Lu Yinong picked up the phone, glanced at it, immediately understanding what had happened. She patted the back of my hand and said, "It will be fine, trust me, I'll handle it."

After speaking, she stood up and went to the balcony to make a phone call.

I numbly refreshed the video over and over.

Lu Yinong returned, grasping my hand and saying, "Yizhou, don't watch it. It will be deleted."

Tears seemed to block my throat. I couldn't speak. I just broke free from her hand, lowered my head, and continued scrolling with my fingers.

Refresh, refresh.

I didn't know how long I refreshed, but finally, it displayed, "This video has been deleted. Please return to the homepage to watch more exciting videos."

I breathed a sigh of relief.

Lu Yinong gently hugged me.

Her warmth, her heartbeat, her breath.

I said, "I'm sorry."

Damn it, I should really die. Why did my hand hit her hat?

She gently stroked the back of my hand, saying, "The one who should apologize is me. I made you worry."

In an instant, I felt a sense of suffocation and grievance in my chest.

Don't apologize, Yinong.

It's not your fault to instinctively save someone.

It's not your fault to live undercover with a hidden identity.

You're a good person, a very good and kind person.

Even if the whole world should apologize, it should never be you.

I turned around, cupping her face.

The sunlight shone in, and I saw clearly that there was some moisture on her long, curled eyelashes.