Ding Jiaqi felt humiliated. She believed she did nothing wrong—she was a doctor, and saving lives was her duty. Besides, why had she worked so hard to co to Kannaya? Wasn’t it just to save people?
It didn’t matter if nobody understood her, as long as Huo Beijiang did.
She knew that, despite Huo Beijiang’s seemingly cold and unapproachable exterior, deep down he was a man of passion and principle. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have saved her repeatedly, nor would he have tried to drive her away to avoid implicating her.
They were the sa kind of person. As long as she persisted in believing she was right, Bei Jiang would inevitably fall in love with her.
"I won’t step aside. Either shoot and walk over my dead body, or I won’t let you carry out such a cruel act." Ding Jiaqi shut her eyes, assuming a posture of heroic sacrifice, and steadfastly stood at the forefront of the crowd.
The people who were about to be executed looked complexly at the woman standing before them. Their expressions ranged from admiration to skepticism, from being touched to gazing at Ding Jiaqi with the eyes reserved for lunatics.
Nan Fei was also dumbstruck. She raised an eyebrow at Gongxi Yunqi, muttering under her breath, "What kind of environnt did she grow up in as a child?" Saving people was comndable, but she seed utterly lost in the delusion of casting herself as a super Mary Sue.
Still, Nan Fei could confirm one thing—there was no question that the leader felt so apprehension toward Ding Jiaqi. Was it because of Bei Jiang? Was that why he held his anger back after being provoked?
Ha. Nan Fei’s beautiful red lips curled into a mocking smile.
If Huo Beijiang had the courage to prop Ding Jiaqi up as a shield, enabling her arrogance, then he should prepare himself for the consequences.
Nan Fei had the distinct sensation of drowning in jealousy, as though she’d tipped over a vat of vinegar and fallen straight into a sea of it. That bastard—he had such a knack for stirring up ssy romantic entanglents. Just because she’d taken the initiative to seek him out now didn’t an she’d forgive him easily.
She still hadn’t dealt with the issue of him hanging up on her!
Gongxi Yunqi raised an eyebrow and quipped, "Maybe it’s just that being loved gives people the confidence to act recklessly?"
The faint smile on Nan Fei’s face vanished instantly.
Where did Ding Jiaqi’s arrogance co from? Who loved her? These two questions popped into Nan Fei’s mind and refused to leave.
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Burbank was furious—almost to the point of madness—but in the end, he gave in. He couldn’t bring himself to argue with this brainless woman solely because of his second brother. Yet, while Burbank had compromised, he had no intention of simply letting her go.
Setting them free was absolutely out of the question, and since killing them outright wasn’t an option either, he resolved to take everyone back to the refugee camp.
Pickup trucks and SUVs coursed across the endless Gobi Desert, not arriving until well into the night. When the vehicles finally stopped, none of the captives were granted asylum as refugees—instead, they were treated as prisoners and herded into an open-air clearing surrounded by wire fences, with sniper points stationed on all sides. Anyone who dared attempt escape would be t with the lethal sweep of machine guns.
As they were pushed inside, a bright spotlight swept across them. The glaring beam enveloped Nan Fei for a mont, and her already sensitive eyes were seared painfully by the light, causing tears to flow down her cheeks uncontrollably.
Reacting swiftly, Gongxi Yunqi extended his arm and pulled Nan Fei into his embrace, shielding her from the overwhelming beam and the surrounding malicious stares with his own body.
Most of the people held in such places were captives, their lives reduced to sothing worse than death. For the won especially, one couldn’t tell which fate was better—being executed in a small town or slowly tortured to death here.
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