The trembling sound of breathing echoed around.
Qi Ling held tightly onto Su Mo's wrist to maintain her balance, her silver hair spreading out in mid-air, some strands falling haphazardly across her face. She bit her lower lip hard, unaware that she had bitten so hard that it bled.
Her amber eyes filled with humiliation as she unwillingly looked at Su Mo, yet the stubbornness in her eyes seemed like a completely tightened string, so fragile it seemed like it could snap at any moment.
Seeing no response from Qi Ling, Su Mo pushed her outward, leaving her completely suspended.
Without the feeling of solidity beneath her feet, Qi Ling could only cling desperately to Su Mo's hand, her breathing becoming erratic in her trembling.
In a daze, tears unwittingly welled up in her eyes, sliding down her cheeks to her chin, landing on Su Mo's hand.
After an unknown span of time, she released her tightly bitten lip, almost whispering the three words.
"I'm sorry..."
