He looked at Yue Feng lying in the pool of blood. His eyes suddenly shrank, and his chest tightened fiercely.
He cried out hoarsely, "Yue Feng!"
Yue Feng looked at Lu Ming beside him, the corners of his mouth dripping with blood, and he smirked a bewitching smile.
He gasped heavily, even struggling to breathe.
But he forced himself to speak.
"She can live without me but not without you. You don't need to thank me, I didn't do this for you. Don't tell her..." I don't want her to cry.
Yue Feng didn't finish his sentence, all his words cut off, and he fell into a faint.
That was Yue Feng's promise to Jing Yiren.
I'll leave when you're happy, and I'll be there when you're in trouble.
By the time Yue Feng was airlifted to the city hospital, it was already dusk.
After a surgery, the bullet in his back was removed. The bullet had grazed Yue Feng's heart. If it were off by a millimeter, Yue Feng would be dead.
