Chapter 315: If He Dies, Would You Never Want to Speak Again?
"Mou Xigu…"
Mou Xigu looked down at her shocked and panic-stricken eyes, and due to the pain, he couldn't help but shut his eyes, taking a light breath, and struggled to utter two words, "It's okay."
His arm looped around her waist, and at the moment the knife stabbed her, he held her and shielded her in his embrace.
The knife had plunged into his lower back.
Pain and blood loss rapidly sapped one's strength.
He stooped to support her, and it was also like he was hugging her.
They had known each other for a long time, but never in his memory had there been a genuine embrace.
"Mou Xigu!"
The first call was only a murmur, but then the second became a scream.
Still, he slowly closed his eyes and, drained of strength, collapsed on top of her.
......
The hospital, forever bleak and with the intense smell of disinfectant.
Chi Huan sat on the bench, her head lowered.
She hadn't changed out of her clothes, which were covered with large blood stains.