Chapter 165 (1/2)

'It's OK,' Na Liu Ting Du said. 'Tell me where you are in Paris.'

Na Liu Ting Du drove toward the airport. He was both worried and happy to hear Yuan Gun Gun's news.

'I just landed in Paris,' Yuan Gun Gun said. 'I'm outside the airport.'

'Where are you at outside the airport?' Na Liu Ting Du asked.

'I don't know... ah!' Yuan Gun Gun said.

'Gun Gun...' Na Liu Ting Du called.

On Yuan Gun Gun's end, she held onto her bag that a thief wanted to steal.

'Let go of the bag!' the thief said.

'No!' Yuan Gun Gun said. 'You can't take my bag.'

Yuan Gun Gun dug her fingernails into the thief's hands. The thief cursed, and pushed Yuan Gun Gun onto the road, and a car hit her.

The airport security guards stopped the thief from running away.

Yuan Gun Gun laid on the road. She didn't register her head was bleeding. The last thing she remembered was that she didn't want anyone to steal her bag. Inside her bag was a photo she secretly took of Hao Yan Che. She didn't need to be scared of losing Hao Yan Che, and didn't need to be sad he didn't love her if she was dying.

Yuan Gun Gun didn't want to die. She didn't get to tell Hao Yan Che that she loved him. She didn't get to have a baby with Hao Yan Che. She wanted their baby to have his eyes, nose, mouth... was it too late?

Na Liu Ting Du was grateful he was in the Luxembourg Garden looking at the Statue of Liberty replica of the original statue in New York instead of being thousands of miles away from Yuan Gun Gun when she was in danger. Yuan Gun Gun's scream, and the sound of a car braking abruptly made his heart stopped.

Na Liu Ting Du parked at the airport where a crowd surrounded Yuan Gun Gun's body on the road.

Na Liu Ting Du got out of the car, and ran to Yuan Gun Gun.

'Gun Gun, it's me,' Na Liu Ting Du said. 'Talk to me.'

'Sir, we need to take her to the hospital,' a paramedic said.

'I'm her family,' Na Liu Ting Du said. 'I want to stay with her.'

'Alright,' the paramedic said. 'You can stay with her in the ambulance.'

In the ambulance Na Liu Ting Du held Yuan Gun Gun's limp hand. Her head was bleeding.

'Gun Gun, you better wake up,' Na Liu Ting Du whispered in Yuan Gun Gun's ear. 'You can't cause trouble and disappear. Gun Gun, I promise nothing will happen to you.'