Parking lot near the hospital.

　　I sat in Shi Yu's Maybach, took off my mask, turned my head to look at him, and said softly, "Thank you for your trouble, Mr.

　　Shi." He tapped the steering wheel with his finger and, upon hearing this, clicked his tongue: "So polite—what, because I've fallen out with your brother, the past favors of helping you fight are gone?" "...

　　that's not what I meant, Brother Shi." I leaned to fasten my seatbelt, and in the process, I tugged on the wound on my shoulder, causing my whole body to shudder in pain.

　　The next second, a strong scent of wormwood filled the air.

　　Shi Yu leaned over and efficiently secured my seatbelt.

　　As our arms brushed against each other, his slightly higher body temperature transferred through the thin fabric, causing me to instinctively shrink back.

　　His voice immediately sounded by my ear: "Don't move if you're injured." "...alright." He tapped the steering wheel again: "Where to?" "I don't know.

　　I just don't dare to go home, afraid that my brother will come back.

　　Whatever his girlfriend says, he believes..." Initially, I was acting to gain sympathy.

　　But halfway through the sentence, I remembered my past life.

　　The half month locked in the dark and sunless basement was like a purgatory in hell.

　　And when they chased after me with those recorded videos in the ward.

　　I leaped out of the window and landed with a bone-shattering pain.

　　So the latter half of the sentence truly carried a bone-deep fear, "He really will kill me." Shi Yu sensed the tremble in my voice.

　　His originally fierce gaze swept over and landed on me, suddenly softening like dissipating clouds.

　　He paused for a moment, reached out, covered my icy hand, and gripped it tightly.

　　"I'm here, nothing will happen." "Lu Shuyin, believe me."