Who shattered the glass 10 Pei Qingyu's entire wrist was gripped by him...

"Captain!"

Chapter 21: Who shattered the glass 10 Pei Qingyu's entire wrist was gripped by him...

"Your hand... it's bleeding," Pei Qingyu said softly, looking up.

Blood wound down Xun Yin's forearm to his little finger, then trickled over their joined hands and dripped beside Pei Qingyu's eye.

The sky had gone completely dark. The wind occasionally stirred ripples across the water in the reservoir, its dark depths concealing whatever lay within.

Xun Yin lay flat on the bridge, one hand gripping a gap in the bridge deck and the other holding Pei Qingyu. The force of the fall had dragged half his body over the edge.

The sulfuric acid Song Sheng had splashed onto his hand earlier had yet to be treated. The sudden wrenching made blood gush from his already damaged skin. Pei Qingyu felt the warm blood flow over the crook of his arm. After a moment of silence, he said, "A-Xun, let go first."

"No." Xun Yin seemed to feel no pain at all; his voice was full of anxiety. "Captain, hold on to me. I can't get a good grip or put any strength into it like this. Let me move back a little..."

Pei Qingyu said nothing. He glanced behind him. Song Sheng lay quietly unconscious on the concrete platform beside the reservoir.

The sudden sensation of falling had come without warning. His first reaction had been to throw the screaming Song Sheng somewhere safe. If Xun Yin had not risked his life, lunging halfway off the bridge to catch him, he would already have fallen into the reservoir.

But while he could risk his own life to save someone else, he would not allow anyone else to do the same.

"A-Xun."

Pei Qingyu called Xun Yin's name calmly. He knew exactly how strong Xun Yin's arms were. If he could have pulled him up, he would never have waited this long. Pei Qingyu gauged the distance between himself and Song Sheng, then chose his words carefully. "Let go. I'm not far from where Song Sheng is. Push me outward as you let go. There's a very good chance I can land right there."

"I said no!" Xun Yin's tone turned unusually harsh. The bridge was at least three meters above the concrete platform. Even with Pei Qingyu cushioning her fall, Song Sheng had been knocked unconscious on landing. If Pei Qingyu jumped straight down from three meters up-

Xun Yin ignored him. Hooking his back foot over the opposite side of the bridge, he strained his abdomen. The intense pain in his arm left him unable to exert any strength. Veins bulged along his arm, yet he only managed to pull him up a fraction.

Xun Yin's grip had left Pei Qingyu's entire wrist congested with blood, making his knuckles look even paler. The bridge was too narrow. The moment Xun Yin raised his waist a little, his back foot slipped straight off.

"Xun Yin!"

Pei Qingyu called out his full name. Xun Yin steadied himself. Hearing Pei Qingyu begin to choke and cough intermittently again, he felt a little lost.

He could save his captain once, twice, but could he really... not keep saving him for the rest of his life?

He squeezed his eyes shut. Then, as his gaze swept over the concrete platform below, his expression suddenly sharpened.

Song Sheng seemed about to wake up.

Pei Qingyu had clearly also noticed Song Sheng trying to get up on the concrete platform. He frowned, looked up, and quickly said to Xun Yin, "A-Xun, let go."

"You know we can't let her get away again."

Xun Yin lowered his eyes. The blood that had dripped beside Pei Qingyu's eye had already dried, sitting there like a tear mole. At this utterly inappropriate moment, he wanted to reach out and wipe it away, yet inexplicably felt that his captain looked even better like this.

He heard Pei Qingyu counting down softly. The instant he heard "one," Xun Yin flung him outward with all his strength, sending Pei Qingyu steadily toward the concrete platform.

The wind roared past for only an instant. The sharp pain in his ankle as he landed made Pei Qingyu's ears ring. He swallowed the metallic sweetness in his throat and, bracing himself against the wall, pressed Song Sheng, who had just gotten up, back onto the ground.

"Don't move."

Pei Qingyu's entire body trembled slightly. His vision was a jumble of colors, flickering in and out and making him dizzy. Yet he curled his lips as he panted and laughed softly. "When I told you not to move earlier, you fell straight off the bridge. Now I'm telling you not to move again. If you still won't listen... even I don't know what will happen."

"Captain!"

Xun Yin leaped down from the grass beside them, swiftly took out his handcuffs, and cuffed Song Sheng's hands behind her back before supporting the swaying Pei Qingyu. Pei Qingyu's vision was almost entirely black. Dazed, he let Xun Yin hold him. He held it in for a long while, but finally turned his head and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"It's nothing. My ankle hurt so much just now that I accidentally bit my lip." Pei Qingyu seemed to know he had badly frightened Xun Yin. Resting his head on his shoulder, he closed his eyes and nuzzled against him, then felt around as he asked, "Your arm... is it all right?"

"It's fine," Xun Yin replied curtly. He felt Pei Qingyu's cold-sweat-covered forehead with one hand and drew his gun with the other, pressing it against Song Sheng on the ground. "Get up. Walk toward the car," he said coldly.

Song Sheng rose in silence. The pain had slowed even Pei Qingyu's thoughts a little. After panting softly for a while, he tried to take a step, only for Xun Yin to suddenly hoist him onto his back.

"We can't check your ankle right now, but don't walk on it yet." Xun Yin motioned for him to wrap his arms around his neck and said quietly, "We're going straight to the hospital."

"Mm, right, straight there to see Song Xiao." Pei Qingyu had not yet caught on. He responded instinctively, only for Xun Yin to cut him off.

"Captain!" Xun Yin turned his head and caught sight of Pei Qingyu's bewildered expression. In the end, he sighed. "For now... just stop talking."

At the hospital, Song Ranran and Lin Shichu sat with Song Xiao in her ward. Song Xiao leaned against the headboard, gazing quietly out the window. Ever since she had admitted earlier that she was the one who had killed Zhang Zhao, the atmosphere in the room had become oppressive.

Song Ranran had asked Song Xiao several times for the details, but she refused to say anything, insisting only that she had killed Zhang Zhao. Dejected, Song Ranran sat back down beside Lin Shichu. Unable to stand the deathly silence any longer, she took out her phone and sent Lin Shichu a message.

Song Ranran: [Brother Lin, when did the captain and the others say they'd get here?]

Lin Shichu looked in surprise at Song Ranran, who was only a fist's distance away. He did not understand why these young people had to chat on WeChat when they were sitting so close. He shook his head and slowly typed.