Everyone couldn't bear to watch the scene unfold.
If the little baby fell to the ground and had bad luck, it would be the end. It was said that the child had been frail since birth, looking so delicate.
Qin Mo felt it was all over.
The pointing fingers and whispers from five years ago resurfaced in her mind.
Suddenly, a strong arm shielded her from the front, enveloping her completely in an embrace at the critical moment. Qin Mo had gripped the child tightly, never daring to let go. Her whole being, along with the child, was encircled in a powerful embrace.
The familiar, subtle scent of cool wood eased Qin Mo's heart.
It was Chu Yiqin.
Her heart pounded furiously, as if it would leap from her throat, and all other sounds faded away. She felt the whole world close in on her, palms sweating coldly, scalp tingling. In that moment, she truly thought it was the end.
Looking up, Qin Mo saw Chu Yiqin's indifferent eyes, which hid many emotions, including disdain.