Shen Jin's voice, which had yet to break, was hoarse. After finally pushing through the crowd and helping Shen Yu up, he discovered that his brother's eyes were tightly shut, and even his hair was soaked with blood.
Hearing Shen Jin's trembling, despairing cries for help, Shen Xubai's heart sank. Ignoring the injury to his right arm, he forcibly wrested away the fruit knife. Once he was certain the woman posed no threat, he immediately turned around in alarm.
Shen Jin had already slowly lifted Shen Yu into his arms. Shen Yu's dangling arm looked weak and limp, and the shocking blood on the back of his head was painful to see.
The cheerful weekend atmosphere vanished in an instant. Students' screams mingled with parents' lingering fear. A chill swept through Shen Jin as he held the unconscious Shen Yu, not daring to move recklessly.
Watching his eldest brother calmly notify the hospital to prepare while continually checking Shen Yu in the rearview mirror, Shen Jin trembled all over, yet dared not reveal his own emotional fragility.
After the hospital and their parents had been notified, the car fell silent again.
Shen Xubai drove as fast as he could. Every glance at Shen Yu's pale face filled him with regret over his carelessness.
Although he had consciously made preparations, his focus had been on reinforcing the cars. After all, "traffic accidents" had been far too common over the years, with him and his father taking turns being targeted.
He had never expected the enemy to be far more unhinged than he had imagined. That attack had clearly been a desperate, all-or-nothing move, made with the determination to take them down even at the cost of her own life.
Thinking of how the woman was around his parents' age, Shen Xubai