The guests present let out playful cackles, but no one stepped forward to relieve Gu Xijun. She was swept up in the man's arms, unable to break free from side to side, and a whole day's worth of anger swarmed over her like a volcano erupting.
Get out of the way! Gu Xijun's nails almost sank into the man's arm, scratching out a trail of blood. Yet the other party didn't let go, instead holding the woman in his arms tighter and laughing badly.
In a hurry, Gu Xijun pressed her back against the man's chest and slammed herself hard against a side pillar with regard to the strength.
The strength of a person in a rage could not be estimated, and with such a crash, the man's back landed heavily on the marble pillar with a dull thud. The hands restraining Gu Xijun finally loosened, not realizing that the other party was too drunk, his feet slipped and fell headlong onto the clutter behind him.
After a few tugs, Gu Xijun's right foot slipped and fell to the ground, her arm was slashed by some sharp object, and warm liquid then gushed out. She bared her teeth in pain and slowed down for a long time before struggling to get up from the ground.
The man who fell to the ground let out a miserable scream, his agonized expression fixed at the moment he fell to the ground. Sticky liquid slowly gushed out of the back of his head, and the guests who had been watching from all around let out horrible screams.
He...he smashed the back of his head on a glass bottle!
Gu Xijun, who was about to flee, turned around to see that blood had already stained the man's neck, and her face instantly turned pale.
Sea City, First People's Hospital.
When Cheng Zihao arrived at the door of the emergency room at fire-speed, a man in a dark blue police uniform was helping Gu Xijun make a statement in the corridor.
The chiffon jacket on her body had been torn, and Gu Xijun sat on the bench with a pale face, staring dully at her shoes without speaking.
Are you alright? Cheng Zihao's footsteps stopped beside the woman with her head bowed in contemplation and asked with concern.
As if seeing a savior, Gu Xijun suddenly stood up from the bench and tugged at Cheng Zihao's arm in fear, her voice trembling: I killed someone...
Under the bright incandescent lamp in the corridor, Gu Xijun's face was as pale as paper, and her empty eyes showed endless despair and panic.
Her nails almost sank into Cheng Zihao's arm, and her body was shivering: I killed someone, he bled a lot... the floor was stained red... I didn't mean to do it, I really didn't mean to do it...
Cheng Zihao held her body that was about to slide down, his heart sank, and almost pressed against her ear and asked, "Calm down, don't say anything, I'll take care of it.
The firm chest and warm body temperature restored a trace of warmth to Gu Xijun's icy body. Her heart was so exhausted that she was practically hanging on to Cheng Zihao's arm, her mood so heavy that it was as if she had been filled with a thousand pounds of lead, and she almost didn't even have the strength to stand still.
You take a few deep breaths now, sit obediently on the chair, close your eyes and don't think about anything, okay? Cheng Zihao helped Gu Xijun to sit down on the bench, half squatting on the ground, his broad palms holding her cold hands in his palms.
Zhao Dongcheng, go get a cup of hot milk tea for Ms. Gu. Cheng Zihao did not look back and softly instructed the man who came afterward.
Yes, Mr. Cheng.
Gu Xijun closed her eyes, her heavy breathing gradually becoming even. Soon Zhao Dong Cheng rushed back and shoved the milk tea into the woman's hand.
Cheng Zihao patted the back of Gu Xijun's hand as a sign of encouragement, and turned to the police officer who had been left cold by himself and said, Please lend a hand.