Han Cihui got into the car and started the engine before he had ti to fasten his seat belt. If it weren't for the noisy notification, he wouldn't have bothered to fasten his seat belt.
The phone was still on, but the girl, on the other hand, was getting weaker. Han Cihui nervously said, "Talk to . Hey, don't pretend to be mute. Talk to !"
"I..." The girl said weakly, "I - I feel like my life ... is ... is ... Slowly, I - I - I might not be able to wait...F - For you..."
"Don't say that!" Han Cihui stepped on the accelerator. The car was like an arrow leaving the bow and boldly moving forward.
"Listen to ! Take a deep breath. Don't close your eyes and fall asleep. Do you hear ?" His almost angry roar echoed through the car.
However, the girl didn't make a single sound.
Han Cihui was so anxious that he was on the verge of going crazy. He held the steering wheel with both hands and continued to race past the cars. Then, he changed course. "Talk to . Don't sleep!"
After Han Cihui scread for several more minutes, the girl's voice was finally heard again. "I - I - I'm so tired, and I really can't take it anymore..."
"Stay for !" Seeing that he had almost reached the place the girl was talking about, Han Cihui shouted anxiously. "I'll be there soon, I'll be there, wait for !"
With a "Ci..." sound of ergency braking, Han Cihui kicked open the car door and jumped out. He ran towards the row of houses. This should be a slum area in Los Angeles. The houses were simple and dilapidated. They appeared to be on the verge of collapse. There was a foul sll everywhere. As if an endless amount of food was piled on top of each other. After not being processed for a long ti, the stench spread. It wasn't an exaggeration to describe it as rotten.
Han Cihui had no ti to cover his mouth and nose. He found the house the girl had spoken of. He hurriedly knocked on the door. "Open the door! I'm here! Open the door!"
There was no sound inside the house.
The girl's voice was so weak. How could she still have the strength to get up and open the door for him?
If she really had the strength to get up and walk on her own, she would open the door herself and seek help on her own. She didn't need to ask for his help.
Han Cihui felt like a fool. He lowered his hands and looked around. Not far from the door was a window, less than a ter away.
He walked over, raised his fist, and punched the window hard. With a few violent noises, the glass window shattered.
Han Cihui didn't care that his hand was bleeding from the broken glass. He quickly found the handle of the window and forcibly opened it.
After the window was opened, he climbed in through the window. Jumping down, he ca across a narrow door. It had to be a bathroom. The light in the house wasn't good. It was dark and only the light in the bathroom was on.
There was no glimpse of the girl in the living room or bedroom. It was obvious that she was in the bathroom.
Han Cihui rushed over and was about to call the girl, but when he reached the bathroom door, he was shocked.
The floor was covered with blood. The bright red color turned into a small stream. It was very surprising and enchanting at the sa ti. The color was like a red spider lily on its way to the netherworld. It's beautiful and soul-stirring.
And the girl....She was lying covered in blood in a white nightgown. She was staring at Han Cihui with a blank look in her eyes. She was half unconscious
"What happened?" Han Cihui walked over and picked up the girl. The girl's body was as light as cotton and weak.
"Hey, don't sleep on ! It's , Han Cihui. I'm here. I'm here to save you!"
Han Cihui held the girl tightly in his arms. However, no matter how much he shook her body, the girl wouldn't say anything. There was only a faint smile on her lips.
Her smile looked like she had seen through all kinds of things in the world, but it also looked like... a bitter smile that was desperate and sad.
Han Cihui didn't dare to wait any longer. He picked up the girl and hurried out of the room. Finally, he put the girl in the passenger seat.
He looked up the nearest hospital on the map and sent the girl to the ergency room.
Han Cihui sat sadly on a bench in front of the ergency room. He felt like all his strength had been sucked out of his body. He leaned weakly on the bench, raised his head, and stared at the ceiling with empty eyes.
On the way to the hospital, he saw a long wound on the girl's wrist. The cut was so deep that the bone could be seen.
It didn't look like it had been done by outsiders. More like suicide.
What did she go through that made her want to kill herself?
Why did she ask his help if she really wanted to kill herself?
The knife had cut her bones, but at the last mont, she didn't want to die?
Han Cihui felt like his head was about to explode. There were too many questions in his head, yet no answers.
Han Cihui slowly looked at the door of the ergency room. The girl was being rescued inside. Hopefully... there was still ti to save her.
Seconds and minutes passed. The nurse quickly ran out of the room and pushed the trolley into the room.
Han Cihui didn't dare to ask the nurse about the girl. He could only pray to the Buddha to protect her.
• • • •
It was eleven o'clock at night. Everyone was waiting for Han Cihui in the living room.
Zhang Xiuying finally couldn't hold back her anger. "Why hasn't Cihui co back yet? Has sothing happened to him?"
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