This wasn't possible! This handsome guy couldn't go down that easily, right? She hadn't done anything, just give him a bit of a punch and a kick! What had happened? How had he died!?
A chill climbed from her toes to her chest, and in that moment she was sure that her heartbeat had also stopped.
She began to talk to herself calmly.
It was justified. She had met a pervert, she was defending herself. She hadn't wanted to kill him, but mistakes happen. After all, she was a good member of society who had made contributions to the country. Even if she was guilty, it could not be said to be a sin.
The more she thought about it, the more Pipi found reasons to excuse her actions.
For example, from the beginning, Helan had not known how to treat her properly, only entertaining himself. Then, on the platform, he had pushed her. When she arrived at the police station, she would have to bend the truth a little.
Helan was so rich and there would surely be a lawsuit. She would suffer. Pipi was poor, it's not like she would be able to afford a lawyer...
Of course, that was not the most important reason for her guilty conscience.
The main reason was that Pipi was sure that a man like Helan Jing, a wealthy man with such a successful career, would not have to work so hard to find a woman who wanted him. Even if he wasn't interested in women at all, there would doubtless be plenty trying to catch his eye. Pipi herself was only plain and ordinary. Why would Helan set his heart on her?
Following this logic, Pipi even thought that Helan had not pushed her just then, but had only touched her. She'd been too sensitive and jumpy and fell down... maybe he hadn't had malicious intentions.
Not daring to think about it any longer, she quickly began to perform artificial respiration on him.
Pipi knew a little life-saving knowledge, like how to perform the kiss of life and do chest compressions. She crossed her palms, pressed hard on his chest, and blew into his mouth.
She did three rounds of this, but there was no response.
She cupped her first and slammed his heart.
No response.
Pipi's scalp went numb, and her forehead shone with a cold sweat. Looking around, she discovered an even more serious problem: the wall of the well was smooth, and by herself it would be absolutely impossible to climb out. She couldn't even call the police, as her handbag with her mobile phone had been left on the sofa.
A desolate residence on a high mountain top like this one might not have even a single visitor in a year.
So she was doomed to die? To die with this stranger?
She the noticed a cold wind blowing, sending a chill to the marrow of her bones. Pipi became more and more afraid, and she worked harder than even with her life-saving attempt.
One, two, three.