This call, like a clear stream, instantly extinguished the raging fire in Jing Min's heart.

His eyes gradually cleared, and he slowly turned towards the ground, the madness fading from his expression.

His gun involuntarily dropped, and he rushed over and hugged her tightly.

"I'm here, I'm here..."

Jing Min's voice trembled, filled with guilt and lingering fear.

He held her tightly as if he wanted to meld her into his own life.

Chu Wuyang's face was flushed, and she was delirious, but she kept softly calling Jingmin's name.

“Jing… Jingmin…” Each call was like a thin rope, tightly binding Jingmin’s heart.

His hands trembled as he gently stroked her cheek, his voice hoarse as he whispered.

"I'm here, I'll never leave you again, I'm here."

He tightened his embrace, as if afraid that if he let go, she would disappear.

At this moment, everyone who had been lying prone at the door breathed a sigh of relief.

He recalled with lingering fear the bloody battle he had just witnessed.

Jiang Xu's life was also fortunately pulled back from the brink of death.

A short while later,

Medical personnel and ambulances rushed to the scene, which was chaotic.

Footsteps and shouts mingled together, creating a scene of panic.

Call a doctor if necessary, and put the person in an ambulance if needed.

Amidst the chaos,

Jingmin held the person in his arms tightly, as if everything in the outside world was irrelevant to them.

A faint scent of sandalwood filled the air, with wisps of smoke curling upwards.

Regardless of the surrounding noise, they were immersed in another world, feeling this fateful embrace.

It was as if she was his only salvation in this world.

Their fates, like the wisps of incense smoke rising from the Buddhist temple, are intertwined, inseparable, and inextricably linked.

I don't know how much time passed.

The doctor anxiously reminded him from the side.

"Mr. Jing..."

However, Jing Min seemed to be immersed in his own world, ignoring the doctor's calls.

His eyes were only on the person in his arms, as if the whole world had disappeared.

The others stood aside, looking at each other, at a loss for what to do.

They had also witnessed that menacing side, and now dared not approach it at all.

At that moment, the person in Jingmin's arms suddenly groaned in pain.

That groan was like a sharp sword, instantly piercing Jingmin's world.

Jing Min reacted; his face was filled with panic, and he asked urgently.

"It hurts? Where does it hurt? Where does it feel uncomfortable?"

His voice trembled almost imperceptibly, filled with panic.

Suddenly, Jingmin seemed to remember something and slowly raised his head.

"Doctor, look at her! Quick!"

His eyes revealed a mixture of despair and hope, as if the doctor was his only lifeline.

Chu Wuyang's face was pale, her brows were furrowed, and her pained expression was heartbreaking.

Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but was unable to utter a sound.

She lay weakly in Jingmin's arms, like a wounded little bird, waiting to be cared for.

The doctor waited for a long time, then immediately went to examine the person. Because the equipment was basic, he suggested going to the hospital and called for a stretcher to carry the person there.

Jingmin pushed him away abruptly.

"Need not!"

"I'll do it myself!"

He then gently lifted the person and carried them out the door.

The hospital ward was quiet.

Chu Wuyang slowly woke up, her consciousness still somewhat hazy.

I felt as if I were in a living hell, with the pungent smell of disinfectant filling my nostrils.

She shifted her body slightly, trying to shake off the discomfort.

At that moment, his gaze fell on the headboard.

A dark head lay there silently.

It's Jingmin

His hair was a little messy, as if it hadn't been styled in a long time.

Chu Wuyang looked at him, a strange emotion welling up inside her.

She moved her hand slightly, but immediately felt her hand being held tightly.

Jingmin, still asleep, seemed to sense her movement and gripped her hand even tighter.

His brow furrowed slightly, and a pained expression appeared on his face.

His face looked exceptionally handsome in the dim light, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he were having an uneasy dream.

Chu Wuyang stared for a few seconds, then looked away, her gaze sweeping over the unfamiliar surroundings.

The white walls and simple medical equipment made everything seem so cold and unfamiliar.

However, as her vision gradually cleared, memories flooded back like a tide.

She seemed to see that Buddhist hall again, with its dim lighting, old furnishings, and oppressive atmosphere.

It was all like a nightmare, a nightmare that terrified her.

She trembled slightly as she tried to shake off the terrible memory.

His eyes were filled with fear.

The nightmare in the Buddhist temple seemed to be right before her eyes, and she couldn't pull herself out of it.

Her hands gripped the sheets tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Jing Min was also awakened by Chu Wuyang's movements.

He immediately climbed onto the bed and hugged her tightly.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here."

His voice was deep and gentle, his hands were wrapped tightly around her, and his hands patted her back intentionally or unintentionally, comforting her.

Chu Wuyang gradually calmed down in his arms.

His other hand clasped her head tightly against the crook of his neck; only when he felt her warmth did his heartbeat return to normal.

Chu Wuyang recoiled slightly from the prickling stubble on Jing Min's chin, and Jing Min unconsciously tightened his grip on her.

It's like trying to embed a person into your body.

He lowered his head slightly, his chin gently resting on the top of Chu Wuyang's head, a fierce glint appearing in his eyes.

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