novelraw Chapter 0159 A Lost and Found Embrace
Chapter 0159 A Lost and Found Embrace
The chaos in the abandoned warehouse was quickly brought under control.
The special police officers pinned Wang Qiang and several thugs to the ground and handcuffed them.
The "click" sound of metal colliding echoed continuously in the empty factory.
Jiang Ci ignored all of this.
He turned around.
He strode towards Wenning.
He knelt on one knee on the dusty cement floor beside her.
Wen Ning was still lying on his side, chair and all.
Jiang Ci reached out and carefully straightened her and the chair.
Then, he went to untie the thick hemp rope binding her.
His hands were trembling violently.
These hands were as steady as a rock when they were breaking someone's bones with the iron bar.
Without the slightest hesitation.
But now, even just untying a knot makes it tremble so badly it's almost uncontrollable.
The rope was covered in dust, tied in a tight knot, and very constricted.
Jiang Ci clenched his teeth and tightened his fingers.
Even when his fingernails split and bled, he didn't stop.
Finally, he ripped the rough hemp rope open.
The rope hit the ground.
He looked at Wen Ning.
Her trench coat was dirty, covered in mud.
There was a red scratch on her cheek.
The rope had left deep purplish-red marks on my wrists.
Jiang Ci's heart felt like it was being churned back and forth by a knife.
He instinctively opened his arms.
I wanted to hold her tightly in my arms.
I wanted to check her temperature, make sure she was still breathing, and make sure she was really safe.
but.
The movement abruptly stopped in mid-air.
He looked down and glanced at himself.
The white shirt was splattered with shocking bloodstains.
There was blood on the back of his own hand, and also blood from the others who had been fighting earlier.
The cuffs were covered in oil and dust.
He was afraid that the strong smell of blood on him would frighten her.
He was afraid that her terrifying, demonic appearance would soil her.
She is usually so clean.
The hand, suspended in mid-air, stiffly curled up.
He resisted the urge to pull her into his arms.
He could only restrain himself and gently touch her wrist, which was red from being bound, with his clean fingertips.
"Are any bones broken?"
He spoke.
His voice was hoarse and filled with lingering fear.
Wen Ning looked at him.
Looking at his hand, suspended in mid-air, hesitant to bring it down.
She watched him hold back his embrace, afraid of getting her dirty.
Tears welled up instantly.
Remove his bloodstains.
Remove the dust from his head.
She doesn't care about any of that.
Just now.
The instant the knife pierced his back.
She even stopped breathing.
It was at that moment that she realized that losing him was more terrible than anything else.
Wen Ning did not answer his question.
She leaned forward abruptly.
Regardless of anything else.
She threw herself into his arms.
"Bang."
The two collided.
Wen Ning stretched out her hands and wrapped them tightly around his lean waist.
She buried her face deeply in his chest, which was filled with the smell of blood and sweat.
All the strength.
All the pretense.
It completely collapsed at this moment.
"Aci!"
She burst into tears.
His voice was hoarse and heartbreaking.
Like a lost child who has finally found someone to rely on.
"That scared me to death..."
"I thought you... sob sob..."
She cried so hard she could barely breathe, tears streaming down her face.
Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly, as if he would disappear if she let go.
His hot tears quickly soaked his shirt.
Jiang Ci was knocked backward slightly by her.
He was stunned.
My mind went blank for a moment.
Feeling the soft, trembling body in my arms.
Hearing that long-lost "Aci," filled with extreme dependence and fear.
He listened to her sobbing uncontrollably in his arms.
Jiang Ci's rationality finally broke down completely.
What made her dirty?
What restraint?
I don't care about any of it anymore.
He suddenly pulled his arms together.
One hand gripped the back of her head tightly, pressing her close to itself.
He used his other hand to grip her waist tightly.
Extremely strong.
It was so big it looked like it would crush her whole body.
It was as if he wanted to embed her into his very bones and blood.
Only in this way.
Only then could he fill the enormous void he had felt after almost losing her.
Only then can the world-ending fear in his heart be quelled.
He buried his head deeply in the crook of her neck.
He greedily inhaled her scent.
The man's shoulders were heaving violently.
"It's alright now..."
He spoke.
The voice was broken and muffled, filled with suppressed sobs.
"It's alright, Ningning."
"sorry……"
He kissed her hair and her ear again and again.
It was as if he was comforting her, and also as if he was redeeming himself.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
"I'm sorry to have startled you."
He is apologizing.
Apologize for being late.
I apologize for the almost suffocating separation of life and death that just happened.
The warehouse was noisy with people.
Police are taking a preliminary statement from the suspect at the scene.
Zhang Annian directed the security guards to clear the debris from a distance.
But in this dimly lit corner.
Time seemed to stand still.
In this embrace.
All the past, all the barriers.
All the probing and caution.
Like ice and snow under the sun, it completely melted away.
A misunderstanding from three years ago.
The cold war of the past few months.
Those high walls built out of inferiority, guilt, and mutual protection.
In the face of life and death, they seem so ridiculous, so insignificant.
Just a second ago.
As long as the knife is slightly off-center.
If only she had tripped a little slower.
They will be separated by death.
If the person is no longer here.
Those awkwardness, that arrogance, those lies and face-saving.
What's the point?
Under the test of life and death.
They finally saw each other's true colors.
There was no weighing of the pros and cons.
Without looking back or considering the consequences.
In the face of life and death, only each other is the most important thing.
Only this genuine embrace, this burning body temperature, is the only reality.
Jiang Ci loosened his grip slightly.
He cupped her face in his hands.
Looking at her tear-filled eyes and her bruised cheeks.
Without any hesitation.
He lowered his head.
He kissed her lips precisely and fiercely.
It's not about restraint.
It's not a test.
It is an all-consuming demand for confirmation.
Wen Ning closed her eyes.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and responded to him passionately.
Their lips and teeth intertwined.
Mixed with the salty taste of tears and a faint smell of blood.
That was the madness of surviving a catastrophe.
Outside the warehouse.
The sirens blared sharply and pierced the deep winter night sky.
The police lights flashed wildly, alternating between red and blue.
Sunlight streamed through the broken iron gate, sweeping across the two figures embracing.
The light and shadow are dappled.
They were in the flashing police lights.
In the noisy ruins.
They kissed as if no one else was around.
It was as if only the two of them remained in the world.
This kiss spanned three years.
It also brought an end to all suffering.