I took a deep breath and stood up with my hands on the wall. He had already walked a few meters away. I couldn't bear the pain and ran a few steps to catch up with him. He seemed to have noticed that it was difficult for me to follow him, so he slowed down without batting an eyelid.
I was half a step behind him. After some thought, I reached out to grab his sleeve. I didn't expect that before my fingertips could pull his sleeve, my entire hand fell into his palm.
I looked at him in astonishment. I could only see his face in front of me. I pursed my lips into a shallow smile. Did I get it wrong? He probably wasn't mad at me, right? He was just worried about me and still had a lingering fear?
I was overjoyed at the hand that he had pulled me all the way. After I was far away from the nois
