“他救了我的命！”林小夏握紧拳头， couldn’t believe what just happened. The room was in chaos, and suddenly he appeared with a bandage around his arm. His face was pale, but his eyes were filled with something that made her want to cry.
“You shouldn’t be hurt!” She whispered, her voice trembling as she knelt beside him. His hand trembled slightly, holding the bandage tightly. He kept looking at her, and she couldn’t help but notice the scar on his cheek—long, deep, and almost fatal-looking.
This wasn’t just a accident. She could feel his pulse racing in her hand, the tension building up inside him as if something dangerous was about to break out. But he didn’t show any signs of fear; instead, he looked determined.
“Where are you taking me?” He asked finally, his voice rough and urgent. Her heart raced as she nodded, feeling like she was in over her head. The city was filled with noise, the streets bustling with life—yet somehow, this moment felt incredibly dangerous.
She couldn’t let him get hurt any worse. Together, they navigated through the crowded streets, their breath ragged from the exertion of saving her. Every step brought them closer to danger, but he held her tight against his chest, determined not to let her go.
As they reached a secluded alleyway, she gasped for air. He threw open a door with a swing of his hand, revealing a dark room filled with shadows. A faint light flickered on the wall—a map of the city. He held out the bandage and said, “You’re hurt too much to stay here.”
“Let’s get you somewhere safe,” he whispered, his voice steady but soft. Her body went limp as she slumped against him, her face turning pale again.
The city was quiet now, except for the faint hum of machinery and the distant chatter of people. They moved through the shadows, the air thick with the scent of blood and sweat. Every step brought them closer to where they were headed, but he kept looking back at her, his expression unreadable.
When she was finally safe… she couldn’t help but wonder. Her heart was racing in her chest as she leaned against him, the weight of everything they’d been through settling heavily on her shoulders. He was still holding her, tighter than ever, and she knew that whatever this was, it wasn’t going to be easy.
“Are you okay?” he asked suddenly, his voice softer now, as if to catch the breath she still had left.
She nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. He looked at her—for real—then stepped back just enough so that he could look her in the eyes. There was no expression on his face, but something deep inside her felt like it was about to burst.
This wasn’t just another accident. She couldn’t let him get hurt any worse.
