Qin Guanglin had been looking through the telescope for a while before he handed it to He Fang. She shook her head and wrapped her arms around Qin Guanglin's waist, pulling him closer as if to confirm he was still by her side, resting her head against his body and taking a deep breath.
"You're still here."
She didn't need the telescope to see what was happening there; having Qin Guanglin by her side was enough.
"I'm obviously here."
Qin Guanglin felt her body tremble slightly and softly soothed her, "We're both fine; you succeeded."
"Yes, I did succeed."
He Fang's eyes were slightly reddened as she turned to glance at the chaos in the streets below, remaining silent for a moment before smiling at Qin Guanglin.
"Hold me."
She buried her head in Qin Guanglin's chest and rubbed against it fiercely, mumbling, "He deserves to die."
"Yes, he deserves to die."
"Carry me down."
"Okay."
