Ye Ye didn’t know what was wrong with her, feeling so tired, cold, and in pain, never realizing how fragile she could be, lacking even the strength to stand up. Lying on her side on the ground, tears flowed silently, quickly freezing in the cold air… How could he always dismiss her so coldly? After all the time they spent together, couldn’t he show a bit of care or trust? Was this the treatment for someone shameless enough to be his lover? Did he have to make her hurt so much?… A man’s coat fell over her frozen body, and Ye Ye, whose mind was reeling with pain, numbly looked up, catching the scent of ‘Night Soul’… Was it him? “Want to lie here forever?” Dean crouched down, his towering figure now close, the onlookers and staff were held back by the bodyguards. Ye Ye turned to face Dean, also revealing her bleeding left hand, ignoring the pain, she excitedly trembled with her frozen hand, wanting to embrace him… “Damn, you don’t even know to get up when you’re bleeding?” Dean’s sharp, low curse, he quickly scooped up the injured little cat. Did he still care for her? “Woo… it hurts… wah…” Ye Ye burst into tears in his arms, like a child who had been abandoned and then retrieved. Tears fell with a patter, her eyes fixed on Dean’s expression, observing him closely, fearing she might misunderstand… Dean carried her back to the car and instructed to turn the heater up to the maximum. He pressed a tissue against Ye Ye’s bleeding left arm, and upon closer inspection, saw that the previous wound had reopened… He furrowed his brows, then lifted her onto his lap… Watching Ye Ye transition from loud sobs to soft whimpers, Dean helplessly said, “Stop crying, didn’t I stay?” “Woo… you can’t treat me like this! You can’t…” Ye Ye murmured softly. “Alright!” Dean replied in a voice only Ye Ye could hear, then silently held her tighter. He wouldn’t treat her like that anymore. Seeing her hurt twice because of him, he swore that even in anger, he would never let her get hurt again…
Jones glanced back; he knew Dean was all bark and no bite… Picking up the phone: “Zeta, this is Jones. Have the medical team ready, Miss’s wound has reopened… Yes… right away!” After giving the orders, Jones gazed into the distance, raising the black partition that separated the back from the front, leaving the private space for the two of them…
