518 The Secret About the Past 136 (2/2)
Jin Qingyan nodded and wound up the car windows before driving home.
Jin Qingyue squatted down and began to feel increasingly worried the more she thought about it. To her knowledge, he must have shed some blood from the gunshot, though she had no idea how many bullets he had taken and where they had struck him.
Her greatest worry was for the bullet to hit a fatal spot.
However, she constantly comforted herself with An Xiaoning's words about a highly-possible marriage between them and reassured herself that he would be fine.
During times of anxiety, the only way out was to encourage oneself to press on with such thoughts of determination.
Her hands trembled uncontrollably while she continued to squat on the ground.
She remained in that position all the way until daybreak.
After waiting for an entire night, she was fatigued and exhausted but refused to allow herself to sleep.
She hung her head low and stared at the ground. She did not move an inch away from the spot even after the sun had already risen high above her.
Jin Qingyue buried her face into her lap and hugged her knees.
During the last few moments of her consciousness, she heard a familiar voice from above.
”Why are you squatting here?” asked a deep yet gentle voice.
She immediately looked up and met his gaze.
Jin Qingyue sprung up and leaped forward to hug him tightly. ”You're home!”
”Ouch…”
She immediately let go of him and asked, ”Did I touch your wound?”
”Yes, let's talk upstairs.”
Jin Qingyue noticed that his face was pale and colorless and that he had already changed into a new set of clothes. She supported him with her arms and helped him into the lobby.
Once they returned to the apartment, Ling Ciye lay down in bed slowly. Finally, the frown on his forehead vanished and he said to her, ”Bring me some water.” Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please clickfor visiting.
”Alright, I'll be right back.”
Jin Qingyue immediately proceeded to bring him some water. She felt as if a weight had been lifted off her chest the very moment that she saw him.
She entered the room and handed him a mug of water.
”I heard my brother say that you were injured. Just where did you get injured?”
”I was shot in my stomach and my arm.”
Noticing that he picked up the mug with his left hand, she guessed that his right arm must have been the one that got shot.
”Where did you go yesterday? My brother went to look for you but he didn't manage to. Have the bullets been removed?”
”I went back to one of my territories. The bullets were removed last night.”
”Look how pale you are. You must've lost an excessive amount of blood. You have to nourish your body from now on. Have you eaten?”
”Yes.”
”Lie here first. I haven't had my meal yet. I'll go fix something to eat and brew you some soup to help replenish your blood,” said Jin Qingyue as she hurriedly exited his bedroom.
His lips curled into a smile at the sight of her anxious self.
When he saw her upon alighting from his car earlier, he thought to himself that she must have been squatting there for a long while.
At that very moment, a strange feeling had filled him.
He felt as if they were a family.
He instantly regretted not getting someone to call and tell her that he was safe, just so she could stop being worried.
Jin Qingyue cooked some red date and yam black glutinous porridge along with a dish of pig's liver.
She served it to him in bed and placed the dishes onto a wooden bed table. She then helped him up and allowed him to lean back against a pillow.
He wanted to feed himself but she refused to let him do so.
”Your arm is injured right now. You're going to tear the wound if you raise your arm. Let me feed you instead.”
”Are you not going to eat some?”