Mo Jing stood up with some difficulty, but perhaps because she had been squatting for too long, her legs suddenly felt weak, and she looked like she was about to fall over.

A strong, powerful arm encircled her body, and Mo Jing collapsed weakly onto Ling Moyuan.

As I tilted my head back due to inertia, I came face to face with those bright, dark, and resolute eyes, as firm as those of a hawk.

After a moment of stunned silence, Mo Jing quickly pushed Ling Moyuan away, inwardly cursing herself a thousand times over. What was she thinking? It was just a simple hug, what was there to be so stupid about? Just as she was about to take two steps back, she was suddenly lifted into the air, and Ling Moyuan had already picked her up around the waist. To avoid falling, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.

"What are you doing? Put me down." Looking at the police officers in uniform around her, their probing eyes and the smiles they couldn't help but wear made Mo Jing feel very awkward.

“You have no strength left in your body, and no one has time to wait for you to slowly walk over.” Ling Moyuan didn’t even raise an eyebrow, his expression remaining indifferent.

Mo Jing twitched the corners of her mouth and shut her mouth. Although this guy was a bit blunt, what he said made sense.

After carrying Mo Jing into the car, Ling Moyuan sat next to her without saying a word, his whole body as still as a statue.

Once the police driver saw that everyone was settled, he started the car, while the remaining police officers stayed behind to deal with the situation on the mountain.

Mo Jing was originally supposed to go to the police station to give a statement about what happened today, but due to her health condition, it was postponed to tomorrow. Although she killed someone today, it was considered self-defense and she bears no legal responsibility. The police wanted Mo Jing to go to the hospital, but she refused, not wanting to go to the hospital with her lower body covered in blood and embarrassment.

I rushed home, took two painkillers, and the stomach pain subsided a bit. Then I took a warm shower and changed out of my soiled clothes.

Sitting in front of the dressing mirror in her silk pajamas, the handprint on her face was still clearly visible. Even the slightest movement of her lips would cause a slight pain, as if reminding her of everything that had happened that day.

Lying wearily in bed, reflecting on the day's events, Mo Jing realized that her heart had truly changed, become ruthless. Faced with a crime like murder, aside from a momentary hesitation when she initially pulled the trigger, she felt absolutely no guilt. In the past, she probably wouldn't have been able to sleep for months.

The next morning, Mo Jing was woken up by a phone call. Han Wenlei called early in the morning to remind her that it was the day to try on her wedding dress.

Dragging her weary body, Mo Jing stood in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom, her dark circles quite pronounced. The handprint on her face had faded overnight, leaving only the crack at the corner of her mouth as a testament to yesterday's events.

In fact, these past few days, while she slept, fragments of Mo Jing's memories kept popping into her mind. At first, they were just fragmented pieces, but later, these fragments came like a movie playing in her head. Now, she could say that she possessed 90% of Mo Jing's memories from before.

After having breakfast, she picked up today's newspaper, and as she expected, yesterday's sensational bank robbery had not been reported.