In the rearview mirror, a pale face appeared.
It was so unnervingly beautiful that, in the dim light, it seemed hauntingly eerie.
At that moment, the girl's piercing eyes locked onto him through the mirror.
Suddenly, her crimson lips curled into a sneer. "Two filthy dogs, and you think you can bully me?"
Then, two agonizing screams pierced the night.
...
Yan Qianyi stepped out of the car, her bloodstained wedding dress trailing behind her.
Inside the vehicle, the two men clutched their bleeding crotches, wailing in agony.
The driver, staring at her disappearing silhouette as she fled into the woods, stammered, "A...a vegetative person... has come back to life! Brother, call... call someone, quick!"
The man in the passenger seat had already fainted from the pain.
Yan Qianyi dared not linger for even a moment.
Fearing they'd soon come after her, she ran deeper into the forest, not stopping for anything.
She needed to escape the immediate danger before she could figure out her next move.
She had no idea how long she had been running when, suddenly, a figure emerged from the darkness, slamming her against a nearby tree.
Pain shot through her body, and she gasped sharply.
Before she could react, her body was pinned firmly against the tree.
The tall man gripped her shoulder with one hand and her throat with the other, his voice low and raspy.
"Who are you? Why are you following me?"
Startled, Yan Qianyi looked up, her gaze meeting a pair of blood-red eyes.
In the shadows of the trees, his face was unclear, but those eyes—those bloodthirsty eyes—were terrifyingly vivid.
She struggled to speak, her voice strained, "Spare... spare my life, good sir... I... I wasn't following you. It seems... you're also running from someone. We... we're both in the same boat."
Hearing this, the man scrutinized her.
Noticing her cumbersome wedding dress, he thought, an escaping bride?
But in times like this, he trusted no one.
Just as he was about to tighten his grip and snap her neck, his strength suddenly drained from his body, and he collapsed weakly to the ground.
The last remnants of his energy had been completely exhausted.
Relieved, Yan Qianyi took a few deep breaths, eyeing him curiously as he sat there on the ground.
Did he believe her now?
After a moment's hesitation, a cold glint flashed in her eyes.
Though they might both be fleeing, this man radiated danger, and she knew the best defense was a swift offense.
She raised her hand, intending to strike him down.
But just as her palm was about to descend, he suddenly clung to her leg, lifting his head slowly.
The moonlight bathed his face.
For the first time, Yan Qianyi saw his features clearly.
His chiseled face was impossibly handsome, like it had been carved by the hands of a master sculptor.
God, she had never seen someone so strikingly beautiful!
In the moonlight, his eyes seemed to shimmer with unshed tears, and his long lashes quivered slightly. "Sister... it's so dark... I'm scared..."
Yan Qianyi froze, her whole body stiffening.
What the hell?
Is this how young men play nowadays?
The dangerous aura that had surrounded him moments ago had vanished, replaced by an air of helplessness and innocence, as if he were a completely different person.
Under his pitiful gaze, Yan Qianyi suddenly found herself unable to bring her hand down. The palm she held aloft began to feel oddly guilty.
She moved her foot slightly.
But he only tightened his grip on her leg.
His handsome face even nuzzled against her thigh, as though the surrounding darkness truly terrified him, and only by holding her could he feel safe.
Yan Qianyi's voice softened unconsciously. "There, there... be good and let go of your sister."
For some reason, with him holding her like this, a wave of heat surged through her body.
It almost felt like... seduction.
She tried to pry his hands away.
But when her fingers brushed against his wrist, she noticed something strange about his pulse.
(End of Chapter)