Qin Yan felt for the first time a sensation as if the sky had fallen and the earth had caved in. The sand grated against her legs, causing a raw pain. It was as though a knife had been plunged into her chest.
Touching it hurt.
Not touching hurt even more!
Bo Yunshen, too, was stunned. He had found out about Qin Yinyin's kidnapping hastily and had not even prepared for the ransom exchange.
When he heard the words "kill the hostage," a sudden tightness gripped his heart.
His cellphone was broken, and instinctively, he thought to borrow Qin Yan's phone to contact Gu Jinyan.
Bo Yunshen had just bowed his head when he saw Qin Yan kneeling on the beach, facing the sea. All the noise around them vanished abruptly, leaving only her, desolate as if her soul had been drained, leaving only an empty shell.
His throat constricted, and he bizarrely felt Qin Yan's despair.
He even empathized with her despair so acutely that his own heart seemed to contract, causing a stabbing pain.