For a moment, Bao Yancheng's mind went completely blank.
Because in Wen Wanzi's terrified eyes, he saw his own reflection.
Was it him who made her so afraid…?
Bao Yancheng swallowed hard, his hands raised in front of him trembling involuntarily. Step by step, he cautiously approached the trembling woman.
"Wanzhi, don't be scared, it's okay—"
Before he could finish speaking, Wen Wanzi darted backward like a frightened rabbit.
"Don't come near me!"
Her unsteady steps nearly landed on the shards of a broken vase, and her slender back collided with the tall bookshelf, eliciting a muffled groan of pain.
Bao Yancheng squinted in distress, his breath hitching.
Just watching it hurt him, hurt in his heart as well.
The man halted his steps and spoke hoarsely, his voice deep and raspy.
"Alright, I won't come closer. But please, don't move recklessly, okay?"
Wen Wanzi seemed to have been jolted awake by the pain in her back, a trace of lucidity returning to her eyes.