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It can't be that he's dead, right?

Could it be Ning Qian?

Ning Jin suddenly backed out of the carriage without even getting a chance to take his jacket, and looked around on the roof of the car continuously, but as there was no one around, Ning Jin anxiously circled the carriage in search of him, and in the end, he saw Ning Qian at the end. A burst of blood continuously dyed the water on the ground, like an invisible snake, constantly looking like Ning Jin coming closer.

Ning Jin suddenly realised and immediately ran to the car to grab her phone, but just as he was about to grab her phone, he heard the sound of a car behind his, the blinding light made her lose focus, and the phone in his hand suddenly said something.

Ning Jin's heart suddenly tensed up.

Then, she violently shook her head. It wasn't like she did this, so what was she afraid of? Clear as day.

Ning Jin extended his hand out to pick up the phone that was in the gap of the car chair, but just as his fingertips touched it, a voice suddenly came out from behind him, "What is it?"

"AHH!"

Ning Jin trembled in fear, and couldn't help but let out a sharp scream.

Fu Huayong frowned.

Was he that scary?

He held a black umbrella in his hand to block out all the moisture, and his black robe blended with the darkness.

Ning Jin immediately stood up, the moment he saw Fu Huayong, he almost cried.

"You're finally f * cking here."

After saying that, she directly went into Fu Huayong's embrace, hugging his back tightly, wishing that he could embed him into his own body.

Fu Huayong's face was a little absent-minded.

Was this woman crazy?

However, her empty hand unconsciously rested on her waist. She said softly, "I'm fine."

And then he looked around and understood. No matter how strong a woman was, she was still scared.

Immediately after, Ning Jin tried to struggle free, and pulled Fu Huayong to the place where he was lying on the ground, where the blood was even more vibrant, and her face was even more pale, "What do we do?"

Ning Jin unconsciously placed his hand on Fu Huayong's arm. His five fingers were all white, and she was truly shocked. His eyes were filled with helplessness and absent-mindedness.

Fu Huayong's eyes widened unconsciously, it was only for an instant, but the umbrella had already started rippling from the water in the ground, and without any need for it, Fu Huayong rushed forward to hug Ning Qian. When he clearly saw Ning Qian's face, he looked at him with a complicated expression.

To Ning Jin, this glance was as if saying that all of this was caused by her actions, causing the panic in her heart to deepen.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to explain, Fu Huayong released a low growl, "Call 120 now, drive a car."

A single sentence had broken the deadlock.

After getting the person into the car, Ning Jin sat in the driver's seat. The car's speed increased along the way, and the roadside sewage slapped onto the body of the car.

The atmosphere in the car was suffocating.

Ning Jin's hand that was holding the steering wheel also continuously trembled slightly, and even his legs couldn't help but to shake.

Was he suspecting her? He suspected her?

This thought kept on echoing in Ning Jin's mind.

She didn't know why Fu Huayong's opinion of her had become so important at this moment. Through the rearview mirror, she saw Ning Qian's wound, his smooth forehead had been desperately covered by Fu Huayong's large hand, and the bright red color of his forehead was like a ghost entwining his softness.

He panicked.

She knew.

They didn't say a word on the carriage. When they arrived at the entrance of the hospital, there was an ambulance waiting for them. Ning Qian was immediately carried onto a stretcher, where everyone gathered around her.

Fu Huayong's footsteps became hurried as he followed the doctor and left. Ning Jin looked confused as he followed suit.

"Clean it up."

After Ning Jin caught up, he saw Fu Huayong whispering in his ear with a serious expression. There was only the two of them in the huge corridor, so she could hear the last part clearly.

When he hung up, he looked up at her.

At this moment, she felt that it was a bit strange.

She couldn't help but move her mouth a few times, but her throat was bitter and she couldn't utter a single word. Her fingers that drooped downwards were also trembling. She really didn't like this feeling.

Fu Huayong looked at her for a long time. Finally, she heard the sound of his footsteps, and finally, the shadow of his body fell on her body.

"If it wasn't me, would you believe it?"

He moved first, but first she asked about the food. Her throat was bitter.

Ning Qian was standing right in front of the car, and the car was extremely close, making it seem like a scene of a car accident. Furthermore, she and Ning Qian seemed to be in the wrong.

It's not impossible.

But she wanted to hear an answer from him.

She raised her eyes and knocked them away.

Icy, silence and distrust?

There was no need to answer, she already knew the answer. The feeling of not being trusted was still as painful as ever. She thought that she would never experience such a feeling again in her entire life, but the heavens just wouldn't let her go.

She retreated until her body was leaning against a hard wall. She stopped, it was very cold, the sensation of her back was very cold, cold to the point that her bones were about to freeze. Perhaps it was due to the unbridled assault of the rain, or something else.

Turning his head to look at the emergency room, Ning Jin closed his eyes, and the ripples in his eyes disappeared.

He had a panoramic view of everything about her.

It was as if it had something to do with him. When he saw that scene, he suspected her.

This seed couldn't be plucked from the heart.

So when she asked him, he couldn't give her an answer.

But the pain in his heart was magnified in his mind, and he wanted to hold her in his arms. His eyes moved across her body, and he couldn't hide the fact that she was wearing clothes that seemed to be protecting her, and it must have taken a lot of courage to dress up like that, or was this the real her?

However, the heaviness in his heart told him that he did not like her dressing like this.

He placed his palm on the wet jacket and in a few blinks of an eye, the jacket left her body. He felt her body tremble and feel cold. In that instant, she opened her eyes.

Dead ash or surges?

Before she could think about it, the black coat had already fallen to the ground and she had distanced herself from it.