The only cell phone with power left to her by An Jingzhi, and when she reached the foot of the mountain, she met the police who had arrived.
Wen Shuqi, who was exhausted, did not rest. After a short rest, he began to search the mountain with the police. However, after searching for two days, they found no trace.
After running for a distance, she naturally heard the sound of the kidnappers chasing An Jingzhi. She knew that An Jingzhi had left the chance of survival to her.
It wasn't about running away separately, An Jingzhi wanted to lead people away and give her a chance to survive.
Since her parents died in a car accident, although she has regained a higher reputation than before she was betrayed, she no longer feels interested in anything in the world.
Only when she paints can she feel alive.
Although she and the original owner were in a relationship, in her heart the original owner was not as important as one of her paintings.
When the original owner was her nude model, she could find more inspiration, which was why she allowed the original owner to approach her.
After her parents passed away, she once again experienced despair and the pain of being isolated and helpless.
"Live, you must live, An Jingzhi." She murmured.
"Miss Wen," the police officer beside her couldn't bear to see her so much and advised, "You haven't slept for two days. We have police and police dogs searching the mountain. If we have any news, we will notify you as soon as possible."
"You should go back and have some rest. Your condition is really worrying."
Wen Shuqi, who was already in a miserable state, had his eyes turned blue after two days of search and rescue, his face became even more pale, and his body was shaky, as if he could faint at any time.
"Yes, Miss Wen, you should go back and rest for a while, or you can eat something first."
Another policeman on the side advised:
"Mr. An will definitely be fine. We have searched everywhere and set up checkpoints everywhere. The kidnappers must still be in the mountains. If they still want to live, they won't hurt Mr. An."
Wen Shuqi blinked her tired eyes. Her eyes were bloodshot, and there was a hint of worry that could not be hidden.
"Will everything really be alright?"
No one can say for sure about such things, but the police on both sides could only comfort him: "We will do our best to rescue Mr. An."
She blinked her eyes, as if coming back to her senses, and dragged her heavy legs to the rest area, eating the lunch box in front of her as if chewing wax.
If she saw such food under normal circumstances, she would definitely not even look at it.
While eating, she prayed in her heart: It's okay, it's going to be okay.
The police in the distance glanced at Wen Shuqi from time to time.
Although she is not a star, she looks more beautiful and more elegant than those stars on TV dramas.
Even though he looked extremely embarrassed, he could not conceal his noble demeanor.
“Found it!”
Hearing this, Wen Shuqi immediately put down the lunch box in her hand, stood up like a spring and rushed forward. Because she stood up too quickly, her eyes suddenly went dark. She staggered and fell directly to the ground, leaving blood marks on her hands.
Without even a glance, he immediately got up without stopping.
An Jingzhi thought that he would see Wen Shuqi again at the police station or in the hospital, or at home, at Wen Shuqi's home.
"Wen Shuqi, how did you get yourself into such a mess?" he asked her with a smile.
Her eyes have always been like an unfathomable abyss, and the emotions in her eyes are always unfathomable.
But the fragility revealed at this moment is clearly visible.
Wen Shuqi stood not far from An Jingzhi, staring quietly at him who looked equally miserable.
Her hair fell in disarray on both sides of her face, partially covering her features. Her pale skin had lost its former luster, as if the vitality had been drained away, but the beauty revealed was still breathtaking.
Her eyes never left An Jingzhi. She stared at An Jingzhi's face with an almost detached calmness.
But that calmness was shattered as soon as the other party opened his mouth to speak.
An Jingzhi was also in a very sorry state, with scratches and bruises all over his face. The white shirt he was wearing had become strips of cloth hanging from his body, and his pants were covered in black and yellow mud, making it impossible to tell their original color.
There was a long scratch on his neck that went down into his chest.
"Miss Wen, we need to treat Mr. An's wound. We can talk later if you have anything to say."
Wen Shuqi watched An Jingzhi being taken to the ambulance nearby and followed without thinking.
"You look even more miserable than me." She said softly, looking at the wounds of varying sizes on his body.
"Hiss," he said, wiping the wound on his neck with sterile cotton. "What's this? Every fight I had as a kid was worse than this."
He teased, "You're different. Every time I see you, you're always so elegant."
Even when drunk at night, it is still breathtakingly beautiful.
He pays attention to everything from food, clothing, housing and transportation.
Wen Shuqi then lowered her head to look at her own condition. She never cared about those external things. She liked to dress up just to please herself, and never for the eyes of others.
At this moment, she felt a sense of unfamiliar embarrassment. She knew without looking in the mirror that her face must be very ugly.
"The wounds have been treated. Just be careful not to touch water when you go back."
After their wounds were treated, An Jingzhi and Wen Shuqi were taken to the police station for questioning.
The four kidnappers have also been caught.
It would be more accurate to say that An Jingzhi took the initiative to let them find him rather than saying that the police found them.
"After separating from Miss Wen, I kept running, and that group of people kept chasing me..."
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