Chapter 7: It’s great that you’re still alive
Editor: Larbre Studio
She watched him in silence for a few seconds before Mo Jun finally stood up and slowly walked towards him. “You’re hurt,” she stated blandly, her tone declarative, not interrogative.
The man lounging against the wall suddenly narrowed his sharp eyes.
“I can help you,” Mo Jun offered directly, sensing his vigilance at the moment.
She had now arrived in front of him and squatted down, locking gazes with him, her eyes bright and intense.
The man’s deep-set features were also clearly visible before her.
It was still that face, so stunningly handsome that one glance would etch it into memory forever…
It was still those eyes, but no longer lifelessly closed, now vivid and open.
Mo Jun’s eyes instantly moistened, Hao Yansen, you’re still alive, that’s wonderful.
It’s also wonderful that I can return to the time when we first met.
I thought I would never see you again in this life, but now everything can start over, that’s wonderful too.
Unable to contain herself, Mo Jun raised her hand to caress his face, tears nearly rolling down. The sadness and joy in her eyes momentarily shook Hao Yansen.
“Who are you?” Sensing that he was being affected by this woman, Hao Yansen suddenly grasped her wrist, demanding an answer with a sharp tone.
However, inexplicably, his tone lacked any intent to kill…
Mo Jun instantly snapped back to reality, did not answer him, but stood up and said, “Wait for me for a few minutes.”
After speaking, she turned and ran out of the dim alley, returning quickly with some first aid supplies she had purchased from a nearby pharmacy at the fastest pace.
In her past life, it was the same, she had met Hao Yansen in this alley; he had indirectly saved her, and to repay him, she also bought him medicine.
The only difference was, back then, she didn’t know him and was somewhat wary of him; she bought him the medicine and left without lingering.
But this time, she would not leave.
Mo Jun knew where he was injured; she bought various medical supplies skillfully and hurried back quickly.
Hao Yansen was surprised to find himself actually waiting foolishly here for this somewhat strange woman to return with items in hand.
What was even more perplexing to him was that she somehow knew where his wound was and began to treat his serious gunshot wound on his waist without saying a word.
Her hands were very skilled…
Hao Yansen kept watching her with a dangerous gaze; Mo Jun knew what he was thinking. He was definitely suspicious of her, on guard against her.
But she didn’t care, merely said without looking up, “I can smell where the blood scent comes from, you don’t need to doubt me. Also, I pose absolutely no threat to you.”
“Is that so?” Hao Yansen smirked, questioning her again with a roguish smile, “Who exactly are you?”
Mo Jun looked at him, not answering.
A few minutes later, she had provided him with the simplest first aid treatment and then told him, “Your injury is very serious, we must leave here immediately. You need better medical treatment.”
Her tone of concern sounded so natural, free from any pretense.
Hao Yansen’s gaze at her became even more complex, “Have I seen you somewhere before?”
“You know me?” Mo Jun suddenly couldn’t help feeling a bit hopeful as she asked.
She had been reborn; perhaps Hao Yansen had been reborn too.
“Don’t know you.” Unfortunately, the next second, his words directly quashed her thoughts.
“But now I do,” Hao Yansen’s lips curved, his eyes locking onto hers deeply, his mouth lifting into a calm and enchanting arc, giving an illusion of depth of feeling.