Chapter 2 - Its Your Birthday (1/2)

”Run and hide well…” The man commanded coldly as the sounds of rotating blades appeared closer and closer until they spotted helicopters hovering above the forest.

One could not even spot them as their shadows flashed, they were as nimble as ninjas while disappearing into the vast forest without glancing back at the woman, who was supposedly dead according to them.

A few seconds passed by and the road was all clean, no one would believe something so dangerous happened in the place if not for the dead bodies of the eight mercenaries and the woman lying on the ground.

”Ahh…” Han Mei's chest rose as she gasped inhaling as much air as she could.

She knew how dangerous it was for her to hold her breath, to pretend dead when her life was hanging by a thread.

As she looked at private helicopters hovering above the forest, her lips tilted up into a smile.

He saved her dignity by arriving at the right time.

If it was not for him, they would have already picked on her pretense.

”Ah Mei…” Her attention snapped towards the voice as she looked at the helicopter moving downwards, he jumped out even before it could land.

The man brought a sense of security in her heart as he always had, her vision was turning blurry yet she persisted, waiting for him to approach her.

The man's face darkened, a deadly aura emanated from him when he looked at her disheveled dress, her red clothes though hid the color of the blood but the road was dyed red, the adorably glowing cheeks that he loved to pinch were deathly pale.

The man removed the coat from his muscular body before draping it around her. ”Ah-Mei..” He knelt on the road before moving her head to his lap, ”You...You must hold on. I'll make sure to get you treated in the best hospital. Just hold on…Everything will be alright, okay?”

”Stop..” Just as the man tried to stand up, he heard her hoarse voice. She tried to raise her left hand instinctively to grab the man but pain coursed through her body, ”Ssss..” She sucked in a cold breath.

Han Jian Yu's attention was diverted towards her hand which was ruthlessly shot, seemingly nailed to the ground by one bullet. He could see through that delicate wrist of her which had a hole now. He clenched his fist as he tried to compose himself.

”I...I don't have much time left..” The woman in his arms muttered, ”I knew you would come.”