Zhu Chongyan had always thought the person who kidnapped him was a lunatic, a toxic fan of someone from "the other side." He never considered it was his "love debt" until the car stopped and this person tried to kill him.
He was still trying to reason with a deluded girl who had gotten too invested.
"Miss, do you know what you're doing is against the law? Is it worth it to do this for someone you don't know and who doesn't like you? You're sacrificing your own future. If you do anything to me, you'll ruin your life. Think of your parents, think of those who love you..."
Rong Jin: "..."
She was exceptionally good at picking up on key points. The word "dislike" immediately made her even angrier.
"Shut up, do you hear me!"
Trembling with rage, her eyes red, she yelled at Zhu Chongyan, "Sister used to love me the most! It's all because of you! Because of you, this devil! How dare you! How dare you!"
Zhu Chongyan: "...Did you like a female celebrity? I, Zhu Chongyan..."
Rong Jin couldn't calm down at all. All she wanted at that moment was to kill him. The dagger pressed closer step by step, and Zhu Chongyan had nowhere left to retreat.
His back hit the car. Zhu Chongyan stared at the dagger in her hand. As she swung it at him, he slid to the side, grabbed her wrist, and pressed down forcefully.
Her strength wasn't that great...
"Hiss!"
Before he could gloat, Zhu Chongyan felt a chill climb up his wrist, instantly freezing him as if his skin were about to peel off.
He looked down and saw the woman's hand rapidly turning to ice as he held it.
Zhu Chongyan was dumbfounded.
He looked up. Under the dim, yellow light, the woman's hair was disheveled, her eyes were bloodshot, and white frost was emanating from her hand. She was the epitome of a female ghost.
"Damn it!"
At this moment, there was no better way to express his inner feelings than this exclamation of pure exasperation.
The image of a mentally ill, obsessive fan he had carefully constructed instantly collapsed, veering into a completely different genre: horror and the supernatural.
"A ghost!"
With a burst of strength he didn't know he had, Zhu Chongyan pushed her away. He ignored the cut from the dagger on his hand and bolted.
If she were human, he could have persuaded her. But she was a ghost!
He wasn't a monk; how could he "save" her?
Rong Jin was stunned by his shout. When she came to her senses, she lunged at him with the dagger.
"Die!"
"Whoosh!"
The sound of something cutting through the air made Zhu Chongyan pause in his sprint. He cautiously turned his head. A long sword was plunged into the chest of the "ghost" behind him, blood gushing from the wound.
Ghosts could bleed?
Following the sword came Zhu Ling, floating down gracefully.
Zhu Chongyan watched her descend from the sky and, upon seeing her familiar face, felt a wave of fear and exhaustion wash over him. He could no longer hold on, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.
Zhu Ling, who had intended to play the hero and save the damsel, only to be upstaged: "..."
She stepped forward and steadied him, letting him lean into her embrace. Then she looked at Rong Jin.
Under the light, Rong Jin, dressed in white, was stained with blood, her lips also bleeding. She looked at Zhu Ling with an unreadable expression, her eyes filled with grief.
"Sister," she said with difficulty, "Why?"
"I told you, don't interfere in my affairs, don't appear before me again."
Rong Jin, physically and emotionally broken, didn't get angry. Instead, she pleaded, "Sister, I know you resent me for killing him back then, but now you've returned. It's the same sword, and I've been hurt too. Can we make up? Sister..."
Zhu Ling pulled the sword out. Rong Jin, who was being supported by it, collapsed to the ground, looking utterly pathetic.
"We were never close," Zhu Ling said mercilessly. "I know what you did to make me forget him. I will find out everything, Rong Jin. Don't make me completely disappointed in you, or I will kill you myself."
"Sister!"
She was devastated. Looking at Zhu Ling's retreating back as she carried someone away, Rong Jin's heart was filled with both hatred and pain.
She clutched her chest, hating this heart for the first time.
The loathing made her raise her hand, wanting to rip out this heart and crush it!
No, this was Sister's.
She couldn't destroy it.
This was proof that Sister had once cared for her.
She was willing to give her even her heart, so why couldn't she bestow a little more warmth? Look at her a little longer?
Why!
"Ah!"
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After an unknown amount of time, a car approached from a distance.
Under the yellowish lamplight, the white figure on the ground was so conspicuous that it was hard to ignore.
The driver in the car glanced at the rearview mirror, and his expression immediately caught the attention of the man in the back seat.
"What is it?"
"Sir, there's someone on the ground ahead."
"Dead?"
The driver: "..."
"Stop the car, let's go take a look."
The driver stopped the car next to Rong Jin and got out.
She lay on the ground, the bleeding from her chest long stopped. With that immortal heart, she was essentially unharmed.
Ah, the feeling of a dead heart.
"Sister, Sister..."
"Madam," the driver cautiously patted her shoulder. Hearing her voice, he breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you alright? You... did you get robbed? Should I call the police?"
Rong Jin got up from the ground. The large bloodstain on her white clothes was impossible to ignore, making the driver tremble.
"Oh dear, you're injured! Get in quickly, we'll take you to the hospital. Can you walk? Do you need help?"
"Get lost."
The driver didn't hear clearly, only realizing she was refusing, and felt a bit helpless.
"Then I'll call the police for you."
Another person in the car rolled down the window. "What's going on?"
"A lady was robbed and is injured."
The man got out of the car.
A moment later, Rong Jin was sitting beside him, and the car was on its way.
He seemed to be a bit of a germaphobe. Seeing her covered in blood, he was reluctant to get too close.
Rong Jin was oblivious to the world outside, her mind solely focused on finding Sister.
"Sister, why?"
"Sister, Sister..."
"Sister..."
"You're calling for Sister again? Are you a grown child?"
Rong Jin paid no attention and continued calling out.
The man endured it the entire way, finally taking her to the hospital.
Seeing the blood on her, the doctors were quite alarmed and quickly rushed her to the emergency room. However, upon examination, they found no injuries on her.
"The patient has no injuries; the blood on her clothes is likely from someone else. However, she has suffered mental trauma and is emotionally unstable. We recommend contacting her family and asking the sister she keeps mentioning to come. Also, we suggest calling the police."
The man, having unexpectedly acquired this troublesome situation, with only himself and the driver to manage everything, worked tirelessly for a long time before finally settling Rong Jin.
He then received a call from his beloved, meaning he couldn't return for now, and was nearly blown away by anger.
Thinking of the "great deeds" he had accomplished today, he couldn't help but curse under his breath.
"Bad luck!"