Guan Cheng finally relented: "Alright, I think he's unlucky too, let's go..."
"Ah!" Before he could finish speaking, he screamed and saw blood streaming down his head. Guan Cheng stared wide-eyed back.
In the hazy rain and mist, Shen Moyu leaned against the wall, carrying a heavy wooden stick in his hand, causing his steps to be somewhat unsteady, like a withered leaf swaying in the autumn wind, possessing a sickly beauty even as it was about to fall.
"You still have the strength to stand up?" Green Hair almost thought he had come back from the dead and quickly took two steps back.
Shen Moyu pressed hard on the knife wound, the pain instantly bringing him back to his senses. Seeing Guan Cheng writhing on the ground in pain, clutching his bleeding head, he suddenly chuckled. The smile was bloodthirsty, and the madness emanating from this aloof young man made Guan Cheng feel a little scared: "What's there to be weak about? I wanted to drag this out until the police arrived. Do you think I'd let you get away?"
Guan Cheng was stunned, suddenly realizing that when Shen Moyu said those words, his eyes resembled an abyss from which one could easily fall, terrifying and dark. He gasped, "You!"
In the frantically fleeing crowd, a figure flashed into his blurry vision.
Through the gap between two dark clouds, large slivers of sunlight slanted down and fell upon Su Jinning, her dark brown trench coat tracing an elegant yet arrogant arc in the air.
In the black and white rain and mist, that boy, once again, burst into his world with vibrant colors.
Seeing the green-haired man about to jump over the fence, Su Jinning's pupils dilated. With lightning speed, she pulled him down and clenched her left fist, slamming it hard into his face. Apart from the "crack" of his jawbone, the green-haired man only saw the fleeting glint of ruthlessness in Su Jinning's eyes.
Shen Moyu admitted that he really wanted to cry when he saw that familiar figure.
He opened his mouth, but then slumped back down, exhausted.
Su Jinning turned around, looking at the group of thugs leaning against the wall, trying to escape. He lunged forward and engaged them in a fierce fight. Perhaps it was the intense hatred and protective instinct that gave him a power far greater than usual. The sound of the rain couldn't drown out the roars beneath his fists, the endless swings of his fists. Until tears blurred his vision. Until the ground was a mess.
He gradually became numb. When his fists and feet landed on those people, his own bones cracked, but he felt no pain at all.
The thought of how the people he cherished were beaten to the point of being unable to breathe made Su Jinning want to twist their necks and take their lives.
He turned around, panting heavily, and his dark eyes, damp and stained with blood, gradually locked onto Guan Cheng.
Guan Cheng felt as if he had been whipped hard by his gaze: "Don't you fucking come any closer!" He clutched his bleeding head, trembling with fear as he leaned against the wall with the half-broken wooden stick in his hand, like a cowardly deserter.
He punched Guan Cheng, who immediately vomited blood.
As Guan Cheng chewed on his terrifying gaze, he suddenly felt as if his neck was about to be strangled in two.
"No..." The feeling of suffocation and nausea made him beg for mercy: "I was wrong... don't kill me..." Looking at Su Jinning's gaze that was about to pierce him, he felt that the person in front of him was capable of anything now.
Su Jinning suddenly smiled coldly, grabbed his collar and slammed him against the wall.
The sound of police sirens grew louder as the thugs, who had just tried to escape, were caught red-handed by the police.
The rain stopped, and the last drop of rain that traced Shen Moyu's cheek was warm.
Su Jinning rushed over and hugged him, her warm breath brushing against Shen Moyu's neck.
He held him tightly. If he could, he would crush the frail boy in front of him right now and stuff him into his heart, so that no one could bully him anymore.
"Brother Ning..." Shen Moyu slumped in his arms and called out to him in a hoarse voice.
"Hmm." At this moment, Su Jinning's wildly heaving chest was filled with a mixture of bitterness and resentment.
A tightness in her chest and aches in her body. Shen Moyu pressed her cheek against Su Jinning's and complained, "You came so slowly..."
"I'm sorry..." Su Jinning's eyes darkened, and large tears slid down her cheeks before disappearing into Shen Moyu's hair.
He couldn't say anything else now; besides "I'm sorry," he had no right to say anything else. He kept saying he liked her, but in the end, it was all too late.
What's the difference between him and Gu Junxiao?
Shen Moyu closed his eyes in relief, tilting his head to lean against Su Jinning's chest. He knew that even without his support, Su Jinning could hold him tightly. He whispered in Su Jinning's ear, his voice gentle: "Look... the rain has stopped."
The rain has stopped, and you've come. That's so nice...
"Okay, let's stop and go home." Su Jinning picked him up in her arms, glancing down at Shen Moyu's injuries. Blood instantly stained his palms.
Scalding hot and viscous.
He was startled, and his voice began to tremble: "They...stabbed you with a knife?" His voice trembled violently, as if the knife was also stuck in his own body.
The sound of the police arriving was somewhat chaotic, but Shen Moyu preferred quiet. He gently rested his head on Su Jinning's chest, listening to his heartbeat, which was even faster than his own, and drifted off to sleep.
Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he closed his eyes, turned around, and ran towards the fence.
The police had already cleared the fence, and students who had come to watch the spectacle filled the once quiet and deserted alley. Several police cars with their warning lights still on were parked along the side of the road. Lying on the ground were the thugs who had tried to escape but had been beaten black and blue by Su Jinning; some were clutching their bodies in pain, while others were being dragged by the collars and shoved into police cars.
Qin Zhi, looking anxious, covered her mouth when she saw Shen Moyu being carried out by Su Jinning.
She ran off the car, tears streaming down her face, shouting, "Senior Moyu!"
Along with Qin Zhi, a relatively young police officer ran over and stopped Su Jinning: "Wait a minute, classmate, please stay and come back to the police station with us to make a statement!"
"Go to hell and take your mother's statement! Didn't you see what she looked like?" Su Jinning forcefully shook off the young policeman, the sharp edge in her phoenix eyes making him choke for a moment: "I...we've already called an ambulance...right away..."
"It's too late, get out of the way!" Su Jinning tried to run away, but someone grabbed her shoulder. It was a handsome plainclothes policeman. He sternly reminded her, "We'll send a car to take her to the hospital. You're coming with us."
Su Jinning didn't have time for other nonsense; he only paid attention to the words "send a car." He tried to compose himself and coldly questioned, "Where's the car?"
The policeman in front of him stared at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled and pointed to the black BMW at the fork in the alley: "Over there."
After speaking, he took the lead and strode over there.
Su Jinning didn't care about anything else, hugged Shen Moyu tightly, and quickly followed. The young policeman also caught up, but this time he wasn't coming for them; instead, he grabbed the handsome plainclothes officer: "Captain, are you going to personally escort them?"
Su Jinning was startled... Captain? So young?
But the policeman had already opened the car door, and Su Jinning didn't care and plopped down inside.
"Alright, that child has lost too much blood, and his life might be in danger in a little while." The police officer frowned, a hint of worry showing on his handsome face.
Even though the police officer was speaking very softly, Su Jinning still heard him. He suddenly gripped Shen Moyu's clothes tightly, afraid that if he let go, Shen Moyu would be blown away by the wind.
He lowered his eyes, and the tears he had just stopped flowing again. The image of Shen Moyu in his eyes was obscured by the mist of tears.
Su Jinning couldn't help but sob, and finally buried her head in Shen Moyu's hot neck.
He wanted to press his ear close to Shen Moyu's artery, to feel his pulse. Perhaps then he wouldn't be so devastated.
Honestly, he couldn't imagine what the consequences would have been if Qin Zhi hadn't come out to tell him, or if he hadn't found him in the end.
The car was moving very fast, and Shen Moyu remained asleep on Su Jinning's chest.
He was sleeping soundly. If it weren't for the soothing sound of his steady breathing that made Su Jinning feel at ease, she might have really thought he wouldn't wake up.
The blood was no longer flowing in large gushes, but it still soaked through Su Jinning's pants in no time. The stench of blood filled the car, making it feel oppressive.
Su Jinning's fingertips, gripping Shen Moyu's clothes, gradually turned white, showing no trace of blood.
The car's air conditioning was on, but it couldn't dispel Su Jinning's resentment. What he hated most wasn't Guan Cheng, nor the sharp blade that was not only stuck in Shen Moyu's waist but also in his chest. It was himself.