“Ye Ye? She’s that good with guns? Where is she now?” Xi Menxu asked, noticing a trail of blood stretching from the first-floor guest room to the hall door. “Whose blood is this?” “It’s Miss Ye Ye’s; my bullet accidentally went through her left arm!” one of the kneeling bodyguards mumbled. “She left?” Xi Menxu deduced from the blood trail that Ye Ye had already left. “Yes,” Jones glanced at Dean, who had a cold expression on his face. “Don’t tell me it was nearly 20 minutes ago!” Xi Menxu suddenly frowned, as if realizing something. “How did you know?” Jones asked. “Don’t tell me Ye Ye was driving either the black Lamborghini or the white Honda!” Xi Menxu added. “Uh—” Jones indeed did not know what car Ye Ye was driving. Dean, sensing the gravity in Xi Menxu’s expression, felt a foreboding sense of dread and immediately stood up, confronting Xi Menxu, “What do you mean? Speak clearly, now!” he demanded sternly. Xi Menxu also realized the seriousness of the situation. Although Dean didn’t express it outwardly, as his good friend, Xi Menxu could feel Dean’s special concern for Ye Ye: “When I came up, I saw a black Lamborghini and a white Honda crashed into each other… and fell off the cliff…” “Damn it! Jones, check with the gatekeeper to confirm what car Ye Ye was driving! Quick!” Dean, usually composed, now roared in anger and despair. He knew Ye Ye drove a black Lamborghini, but he hoped against hope that she might have switched to another car to come see him. Jones hurriedly called the gatekeeper, his face growing increasingly serious with each word he heard. Hanging up the phone: “It’s a black Lamborghini!” “Damn it!” Dean roared, rushing out of the hall, jumping into Xi Menxu’s car parked at the door, and sped off…
[From Passion to Frenzy: Chapter Sixty-Four, Strong Fragility]
Dean’s car raced along the winding mountain road, approaching the accident scene. Far off, he saw onlookers, and police and medical personnel who had just arrived, forming a semi-circle around the site. His heart was gripped with tension… When Dean’s car screeched to a stop beside the police and ambulance vehicles, the first casualty, a woman from the white Honda, was being carried out by paramedics. Her face and body were covered in blood, unrecognizable… After the medical team had briefly treated and stabilized her wounds, one of the ambulances, siren blaring, took her away first…
Xi Menxu, Jones, and the bodyguards arrived shortly after, only to see Dean standing at the cliff’s edge, his lips tightly pressed, his lake-blue eyes filled with deep concern, watching the rescue efforts for the black Lamborghini. The two cars had tumbled off the road in a T-shape, stopping against a row of trees on the steep slope outside. The white Honda was pressed against the driver’s door of the black Lamborghini. The mountain wind fluttered Dean’s black shirt and his silver-black hair, making him strikingly visible in the night. His hands, tucked into his pockets, trembled slightly; he was afraid, fearing that the person trapped in the Lamborghini was indeed Ye Ye, the beautiful elf who had just moments ago been defiantly challenging him…
Still clinging to a sliver of hope—that it was just a similar car, and Ye Ye had safely left—”The door is stuck! The injured is female, can’t make out the face, she’s bleeding… Hurry, get this white car out of the way, get me the hydraulic shears! Get me the spreader… more hands, quickly!” the rescue officers shouted. Several supporting officers, equipped with tools, slid down the steep slope. Xi Menxu signaled the bodyguards to assist. A dozen strong bodyguards immediately followed the officers…
Dean watched numbly, forgetting his own status. His heart was in turmoil, hoping against hope that it wasn’t Ye Ye inside… Suddenly, as if struck by a thought, Dean pulled out his phone and began dialing Ye Ye’s number, deluding himself into thinking she was safe, that this accident was just an unrelated incident…
In the darkness, the familiar melody of Ye Ye’s favorite song, mournful and poignant, emanated from the wrecked Lamborghini… It shattered Dean’s illusion—that Ye Ye was indeed inside… With a touch of defeat and a thread of sorrow, the song, even for those who didn’t understand Chinese, conveyed an indescribable pain… They knew it was a call from a friend or lover, waiting for a response from the injured… But—perhaps… this trapped victim… might never answer again… —————————————————————— The male and female singers convey the heart-wrenching contradictions of emotion with a helpless restraint… piercing through Dean’s heart… Ye Ye… don’t let anything happen… Ye Ye… you can’t be hurt… I won’t allow it…
Midnight cold mist, each word unavoidable, panting like a lost child, whether the breath continues, knowing it wasn’t intentional, isolating yourself with indifference, the warmth of love making you fearful, ah, thus unwilling to let me approach the unfamiliar sorrow, perfect and concrete, all words lose their meaning, absurd analysis, receiving no response, just listen quietly, forgive yourself…
If something really happens to you… how can I forgive myself… forgive myself—his usually strong heart, now vulnerable… Dean stood there, stunned, until the phone automatically disconnected due to no response. Watching as the officers and bodyguards together moved away the white Honda. The door of the Lamborghini’s driver’s seat was completely deformed, and from afar, Dean could see the delicate girl trapped by the airbag… her deep red hair—his Ye Ye… Dean dared not approach, afraid to see a lifeless Ye Ye… he was scared… he regretted… regretted forcing the injured her to leave earlier… he regretted… how can he forgive himself… can he forgive himself…
Half an hour later, the stretcher finally carried Ye Ye back up the mountain path with difficulty. Dean still stood motionless, looking at the black Lamborghini as if his own heart was also confined in the car where Ye Ye had her accident… he still dared not approach, dared not look…
“How is she, Doctor?” Simon Xu, sensing Dean’s emotions, was the first to react, stepping forward to ask the medical personnel who were performing emergency care. “There’s a head injury, possible concussion, an arm injury with significant blood loss, very weak breathing… other injuries are yet to be determined, internal injuries are not ruled out… quick… inject adrenaline… saline solution… stabilize the head… carefully… lift her up… to the hospital…” the doctor called out loudly.
“Are you relatives of the injured? If so, come with us!” the nurse said while swiftly lifting Ye Ye onto the ambulance.
“Ho, what are you waiting for, hurry up!” Simon Xu urged Dean into the ambulance.
The ambulance sped away, and it was Dean’s first time in such a vehicle, but he could no longer think about whether it was beneath his dignity… squatting beside Ye Ye’s stretcher, looking at the delicate figure secured by medical devices—her face covered in blood, her body covered in blood… her lips pale to the point of terror… her beautiful eyes closed… Ye Ye, unconscious, made his heart ache… that kind of pain as if someone was squeezing his heart, a cramping pain…
During the journey, the doctor quickly cut away the sleeve of Ye Ye’s left arm which was bleeding profusely: “Gunshot?” the doctor muttered, applying medication and doing a quick bandage…
Ten minutes later, Dean stood dejectedly outside the emergency room, smoking with a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes red and bloodshot, watching the warning light at the emergency room door… his Ye Ye was pushed inside…
