No one's luck could hold forever.
Zhou Yuanlin's bared teeth vanished behind his lips in an instant.
Shen Lian hadn't expected Zhou Yuanlin to be there. Other than "tragic," he had nothing to say.
Had it been anyone else, Zhou Yuanlin could have beaten him crippled and planted him in the snow. But not Sun Binghe. Definitely not him.
At that thought, Zhou Yuanlin turned toward Yang Bin, who had been watching him like a hawk, and sighed. "I'm perfectly calm, Assistant Yang."
Yang Bin smiled pleasantly. "I didn't mean anything by it, either."
Chu Yilan paid no attention to the little commotion. His dark eyes were fixed squarely on Shen Lian.
Shen Lian tipped his head back and gave a slightly roguish smile, then strode forward and burrowed into the man's arms as though no one else were there.
They embraced briefly before Shen Lian said, "I'm fine."
Chu Yilan said, "I know."
Wiping snow off his face, Sun Binghe walked over to Chu Yilan and reported honestly, "He took his medication once."
Shen Lian said, "As a precaution. It really was just a precaution."
Chu Yilan repeated, "I know."
"Bro," Feng Yueshan said, "you're frighteningly calm."
He was indeed calm, though not entirely. Sitting in the car, Shen Lian could feel the damp warmth of Chu Yilan's palm-the cold sweat fear had drawn out, warming only after reassurance. Even so, this was already tremendous progress for Chu Yilan.
His world no longer needed Shen Lian to patch it together. Once a person could heal himself, life would keep flowing back in.
In the car, once his fright had passed, Feng Yueshan grew intensely curious and asked the two of them what had happened in the tunnel. The bodyguard's account had been dry enough, but Sun Binghe's turned out