"Boss," a young man in dark clothes trembled, "Ms. Xia... is gone."

Gong Shentao's originally indifferent eyebrows and eyes instantly became cold, "Even a woman can't stand it. What should I do for you bunch of waste?"

His anger was not unreasonable. Iceland is just such a big place. Where can Xia Jin hide? Besides, she is weak now and her skills have almost dispersed half of them.

But, did she really not want to see him so much, and it would be fine if she didn't care about his injury, but she had to hide alone.

He spoke coldly, "Prepare the car."

Hou was slightly surprised and couldn't help but stop him, "Boss. I'll help you find Miss Xia. You are so seriously injured..."

"I said, prepare the car."

Cheng didn't dare to say anything else. Things related to Xia Jin were never something they could control.

The afterglow of the sunset scatters on the church of the white marble building, revealing a quiet and gentle light.

The dark chair was light or dark in the light, Xia Jin curled up and knelt on the ground, the cold and cold touch spread through her skin to the deepest part of her body.

"The sun is right next to you, why do you have to choose to sit in the shadow?" The old but extremely soft voice seemed very harmonious in this tranquility, "You look very afraid of the cold."

Subconsciously stretched out his hand, and a gentle warmth lingered between his fingers.

Xia Jin looked up at the person who came. The old man in a black nun suit, with a smile on his wrinkled face. He was standing not far away and staring at her, with a kind and wise look.

"Hello." Xia Jin nodded gently, and reluctantly smiled.

The boss walked over slowly and squatted down, "Child," she touched Xia Jin's face, "In the past, it was used to let go, and holding on to it will only make herself even more unhappy."

Xia Jin's faint smile, is it so easy to see through?

"I don't know," she closed her eyes, "I came here, actually wanting to come to another world, a world that has nothing to do with my past, but he still chased after me."

"Girl," the old man smiled softly, "The only one who can draw a line from your past is your heart. It is useless for your people to come out, because your heart is still in the past."

"So," Xia Jin asked in a shallow voice, "What should I do?"

The old man looked at her and didn't say anything for a long time. His soft eyes quietly flowed on Xia Qi's sharp and pale face. Most of Xia Jin's body was hidden in the dark and gently closed her eyes.

"Since you can't let it go, it means that maybe that's what you want. If so, why bother to escape?"

Xia Jin lowered her head and smiled coldly, "I always thought that I would die, I always thought that this was my best ending."

Losing that child almost made her lose all her thoughts. Although she did not show it particularly clearly except for the scene at the wedding. It was psychological despair and pain that had nowhere to be vented, and that was the pain of others that no one could save.

"You have survived," the old nun smiled calmly, "When hurting yourself, you will definitely hurt others. Life is for enjoyment, not for the pain."

"Your soul seems to have stopped sounding, there is no temperature. Are you trying to punish someone who hurts you or yourself?"

"Children, cherishing the happiness in front of you is the most important thing."

Xia Jin was still maintaining this movement, and the silent emptiness was suddenly shattered by a sound of footsteps.

It seems to be a group of people, or an anxious and manic group of people.

Xia Jin raised her head, Gong Shentuo stood against the light, and the sun seemed to have a layer of gold edge on his tall figure. However, even so, this handsome man as handsome as a god was still filled with a deep and lonely aura.

Xia Jin's pupils moved, and suddenly thought of something. Her face changed. She immediately got up and wanted to get up. However, she had been sitting for too long, and her legs had become numb and lost consciousness. She was caught off guard and was about to fall down.

Before she could frown, she felt a surge of force on her waist and immediately left the ground. Gong Shentuo hugged her horizontally in her arms.

"Ming Shentuo, let me go," Xia Jin reacted and screamed immediately. He remembered the scene of the shot hitting his body. A terrifying emotion filled her heart.

His blood stained her clothes red. She knew that he was seriously injured, so why would he still have the strength to hug her?

Then Gong Shentuo seemed to have not heard it, just hugged her and continued walking out.

"Your hands will be ruined, let me down."

He still had no intention of stopping.

"Ming Shentuo," Xia Jin grabbed his clothes and couldn't help but growl.

He stopped and looked at the pale face in his arms, as if he was a little angry.

"Tao," his eyes scattered on her face, with a desolate desolation that was almost desperate. His heart seemed to be punched hard. Xia Jin unconsciously softened his voice, "Your injury has not healed yet. If you let me down, I will leave myself."

But he suddenly laughed, but there was a deep self-mockery in the smile. He blocked her a shot, but she turned around and left without even being able to do anything about her head.

"I thought, even if I die, you wouldn't look at me well."

After saying that, he held her and continued walking forward until he carried her into the car, and then he let go. Xia Jin saw that red had already oozed out of his chest.

She closed her eyes and said quietly, "City, get me the medicine."

Cheng breathed a sigh of relief. If the boss said he wanted to apply medicine, he would probably be ignored directly, but it would definitely not work if the wound was not re-banded.

Xia Jin opened her mouth, it couldn't be better.

Cheng quickly found the medicine and bandage needed for bandaging and handed it to Xia Jin.

Xia Jin first put the thing aside, then reached out to unbutton his shirt, one by one, very patient.

Sure enough, the white bandage has turned red.

She took off his shirt directly, then gently untie the bandage, applied medicine, and tied the bandage round by circle again.

She was very slow and serious, and neither of them spoke during the whole process.

Until the last knot was tied, Xia Jin helped put on his clothes again.

"Don't run around if you are injured, and you are not afraid of a killer coming out to kill you."

Gong Shentao did not answer her words, but said lightly, "I'll send you back."

Xia Jin squinted her eyes, "Don't you go back to the hospital?"

What else can he give her like this?

"No, this injury does not require hospitalization."
Chapter completed!