In that instant, Qiao Hua's mind went blank. The blood seemed to sting her eyes.
Chen Xingjian froze for a moment, apparently not expecting Gu Wenze to take a bullet for Qiao Hua. When he recovered, he raised his gun again and aimed it at her.
Since his mission had failed, he would make sure Qiao Hua suffered too.
Just as Chen Xingjian was about to pull the trigger, police officers burst in from outside, countless guns trained on him.
Chen Xingjian's expression changed. By the time he tried to escape, it was already too late. The officers lunged at him and pinned him to the floor, and his gun slipped free and skidded toward the wall.
"Let go of me!"
Chen Xingjian struggled violently as the officers hauled him off the floor and snapped cold handcuffs around his wrists.
Even as they dragged him out of the hallway, Chen Xingjian's shouts echoed through it. "I'm a transmigrator! I'm not from this world! You can't arrest me! Let me go!"
Qiao Hua could no longer spare Chen Xingjian any attention. She held Gu Wenze as he lay limp in her arms, her voice trembling. "Gu Wenze..."
Gu Wenze struggled to keep his eyes open. His gaze was unfocused, and his voice sounded as though he had forced it out of his throat. "Are you hurt?"
Seeing him still worrying about her injuries when he was so badly wounded, Qiao Hua felt tears prick her eyes. "I'm fine. How are you feeling?"
"Just hold on a little longer. The ambulance will be here soon."
"I'm fine..." With every word Gu Wenze spoke, more blood flowed from his wound, soon soaking his shirt red. Yet he seemed oblivious to it and continued comforting Qiao Hua. "Don't be scared."
He was hurt so