The so-called cabin was also burned to a charred black, and the young ladies and gentlen of the Su and Hang families, ntioned in the phone call, were by this ti already in the hospital.
The police rushed to the hospital with wailing sirens but were imdiately stopped by people from the Su and Hang families, who said there was no call for police, no need for their intervention.
"No need to call the police? I heard that when they were brought to the hospital, they were covered in blood," complained the officer who had hurried over. This is how the so-called wealthy behave, trying to hide their scandals.
A man who had hastily walked in bumped straight into the police officer, who was about to scold him when their eyes t and, for no reason at all, the officer shivered from the man’s sinister gaze.
Hang Yishao was actually not dead. Pello quickly made his way through the hospital corridor, unable to believe that his marksmanship could have failed at such close range.
Passing by the ergency room, he saw none of the Su and Hang family mbers, which ant Hang Yishao’s injuries weren’t serious.
But how could a gunshot wound near the heart not be severe?
Pello turned and exited the ergency room, intending to ask a passing nurse, but he stopped calling out as he saw a figure standing in the corridor.
Not only was Hang Yishao uninjured, he was completely unscathed. Pello stood at the door of the ergency room, watching Hang Yishao at the end of the corridor.
Hang Yishao also saw Pello, his gaze moving to Pello’s hands. He noticed Pello’s index finger subconsciously making a bending movent, a twitch-like bend, similar to the motion of pulling a trigger.
This man was cold and audacious; even now, standing in the crowded hospital, he was still contemplating killing himself. Hang Yishao gasped but pressed his body against the hospital wall.
The white walls and the blue and white striped hospital garb should have made Hang Yishao look even more vulnerable.
However, after leaning against the wall, Hang Yishao lifted his head and t Pello’s gaze with a rock-solid determination he had never shown before. He opened his mouth and quickly mouthed sothing to Pello.
A doctor walked by in front of Hang Yishao, blocking Pello’s view, and he couldn’t make out what Hang Yishao had mouthed. By the ti the doctor moved away, Hang Yishao had already been pulled by Hang Mu for a full body checkup.
In fact, what Hang Yishao had said was: "Take good care of Ziceng, or next ti, you’ll get more than just a bullet from ."
The silent battle between the two n unraveled in the hospital filled with the sll of disinfectant, and Hang Yishao’s withdrawal was his way of compensating Su Ziceng.
Now, he still lacked the ability to bring happiness to Su Ziceng, so he chose to step back and leave.
That missing bullet ultimately played its part, thoroughly annihilating the debauched Hang Yishao.
When Su Ziceng awoke, it was already the middle of the night. She lay on her side, facing the hospital curtains bleached to a deathly white.
The mont she beca alert, she violently shivered, and then all the fear converted into cold sweat, soaking her hospital gown.
There was a strange sensation on her back. Su Ziceng turned over and saw a pair of eyes that were not moving at all.
"Yishao," Su Ziceng sobbed softly. A flare of annoyance passed through Pello’s eyes, but soon enough, he cald down.
"Ziceng, you’re awake," Pello said, leaning over to look at her frightened eyes.
"Is he dead?" Su Ziceng frantically looked around, rembering how Hang Yishao had collapsed and the long-absent heat of blood that had enveloped her.
"Silly girl, you must be terrified. He’s fine, he went ho after the checkup this afternoon. As for the wound on your foot, it got infected and needs proper care to prevent scarring," Pello said, his chin grazing Su Ziceng’s face, his cleanly shaven stubble tickling her.
"Impossible, I clearly rember..." Su Ziceng recalled calling Hang Yishao’s na repeatedly while unconscious, not wanting him to die, wanting him to live. He couldn’t be dead.
"You were already out cold, don’t trouble yourself further," Pello’s fingers crept under the blanket, securing her waist in a firm grasp.
Hang Yishao’s behavior today was indeed extraordinary; after the checkup, he didn’t explain much to the Su Family and simply went back ho. He didn’t even co to see Su Ziceng.
Such behavior was totally unlike that of a young man insane with love. And what exactly did he say to him in the corridor?
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