In the darkness, a hint of surprise flickered in the man's eyes.
He reached out to take the medicine bottle and grasped An Ruo's hand.
Her hand was very small, soft, and slippery, and the man found it amusing that, even at a time like this, he still noticed such things.
Taking the inhaler, he sprayed it twice into his nose and took a breath, finally feeling much better.
"Thank you. Why do you have this medicine? Do you also have asthma?"
An Ruo felt relieved to hear that his voice was fine, "No, it's my younger brother who has it; I always keep it with me just in case..."
Ever since the day An Ji had his attack, she decided no matter when or where, she would carry the medicine, just in case.
"I never thought it would actually come in handy," An Ruo added, almost talking to herself.
The man looked down pensively, "I'm very grateful to you today. Are you an employee of this company?"
"No, I came for a job interview."