Girl, Can You Escape?

Shen Yixuan regarded this bold girl approaching recklessness. If things were different, her fate might have been… Perhaps it was her resemblance to Linger that stirred something in him? Was he being too nostalgic?

Why would he keep associating this girl with Linger?

Luo Yaling, slightly furrowed in her brow, pressed, “Hey, are you going to answer or not?” She was furious; he was acting aloof. Cursing silently, she added, “If you don’t tell me, that’s fine. I’ll find out someday.”

Shen Yixuan simply smiled, dismissing her. Though she was brave and clever, this approach towards him contrasted starkly with what she might have faced from the three men in black who had just left.

When he continued to ignore her, Luo Yaling felt disappointed. “I’ll remember you!” she declared, turning and running off, disappearing down the alley.

Shen Yixuan’s only response was to keep walking, as if the interruption had never happened. The memory of her face faded, replaced by another stunning visage.

“Linger,” he revealed a pained expression.

Three years ago, after completing the old man’s task, he hurried back. Zhuo Ling, excited to see him, called his name, but when she saw someone raising a gun to shoot at him, she bravely blocked the shot.

“Whoosh” “Bang” – the gunshot shocked Shen Yixuan.

Time seemed to freeze.

After a moment, Shen Yixuan regained his senses and rushed to catch the falling Zhuo Ling. Wang Liang and Xu Chu, just arrived, stared at Zhuo Ling lying in a pool of blood.

“Linger, wake up. I’m back. You’ll be fine; we’ll go to the hospital. Xu Chu, call a car! Wang Liang, go after the shooter!” Shen Yixuan panicked, repeatedly telling himself she would be fine.

“Xuan…” Zhuo Ling whispered weakly.

“Yes, I’m here. Don’t talk; we’ll be at the hospital soon. You wanted me to cook for you, right? I’ll cook when we get back! Stay with me!” He couldn’t cook at all; he just wanted her to stay awake.

“Great, my Xuan is going to cook for me, ugh…” Zhuo Ling coughed up blood.

“Don’t talk; drive faster! Why are you going so slow?” Linger’s blood terrified him. He wiped her flowing blood with trembling hands, covering her chest, but it kept coming. Tears streamed down his face, falling onto Zhuo Ling.

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