Chapter 215 Hands Should Touch Him

to drink. Go pour me some wine," Leng Ye commanded lazily.He half-sat up, his sword eyebrows furrowed slightly. He narrowed his eyes, staring at her in the white dress. The gleam in his eyes was deep...Tong Yimo reached out her hand, her whole body trembling, but she didn't know where to touch him.

Because, the young man lying on the ground, twitching slightly, was beaten to a pulp with a bruised face and blood continuously flowing from his mouth. The black-rimmed glasses beside him were broken and shattered.

"Ma Zhijie... Ma Zhijie... you... you have to hold on! I... I..." Tong Yimo's nose was sour, tears instantly blurring her entire vision. She started speaking incoherently.

She didn't know how to treat someone who was severely injured, bleeding from the mouth.

Her grandmother never taught her, and now...

Tong Yimo suddenly remembered her suitcase. Her suitcase had a medicine kit she always carried with her, and the medicine kit contained specially formulated hemostatic medication.

Yes!

When Tong Yimo thought of this, she couldn't help but smile. Just as she was about to get up and leave, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"No, don't go... Xiao, Yi, Yi Mo... Can I see you again... You... Really good!" Ma Zhijie said with effort.

Tong Yimo knelt down, holding his back, and comforted him: "I won't leave, I'm just going to get you medicine. You have to hold on! I'll go get the hemostatic medicine! It's made according to my grandmother's prescription, it works really well! I'll be right back, you must hold on!"

"No! No... I, I'm so cold..." Ma Zhijie raised his other trembling hand and grabbed Tong Yimo's hand, using the last of his strength to hold on tightly, "Xiao, Xiao Yimo...I..."

A mouthful of fresh blood spurted from Ma Zhijie's mouth, blocking the words he was about to say.

Tong Yimo's eyes widened instantly, her pupils shrinking. Ma Zhijie rolled his eyes and slowly closed his eyelids. His whole body lay motionless on the ground, but his hands remained tightly clasped around hers, refusing to let go.

Just now this person was still holding her hand, talking to her, but now...

"Ma Zhijie... wake up! It's not time for sleep now! Get up, okay Don't scare me! I can't handle being scared! Ma Zhijie... get up!" Tong Yimo stammered, lifting her other hand to press against Ma Zhijie's wrist.

She spoke to him for a long time, pressing her hand against his wrist for just as long. After being unable to feel his pulse, she looked at the man lying on the ground who would never again hear her words and couldn't help but sob uncontrollably.

His last unfinished words became a wound in her heart that she could never heal.

He must have had something he wanted to tell her, but even his wish he couldn't get out before... he was gone.

The distant wail of an ambulance siren finally reached them.

Tong Yimò had been kneeling on the ground, staying by Ma Zhijie's side, never leaving his side.

Not until medical personnel arrived, examined Ma Zhijie and confirmed that he had stopped breathing and there were no vital signs, did they call the police.

When the police and forensic investigators arrived at the scene, Tong Yimo's hand was still tightly held in Ma Zhizhe's palms.

Perhaps, this posture isn't truly "grasping," but rather "holding" delicately.

He took her hand and held it tightly in his own two palms.

Tong Yimo could feel that Ma Zhijie's hand, from the residual heat, gradually became cold.

Because the forensic doctor needed to conduct an autopsy, Ma Zhijie's final posture couldn't be moved. Tong Yimo just sat there patiently and willingly, kneeling on the ground, guarding beside Ma Zhijie.

Her two eyes streamed with tears that wouldn't stop flowing. Too many tear tracks slowly stung her cheeks, but she couldn't cry out anymore.

The forensic doctor had to struggle hard to pry Tong Yimò's hand away from Ma Zhijie's.

"You can get up now!" At that moment, she heard a voice, from somewhere, command her.

Tong Yimo's whole person, expression somewhat dazed.

When she tried to get up from the ground, however, her thigh muscles strained and her calf suddenly went numb.

She was rising to her feet when suddenly her legs gave way. Just as she was about to collapse, the ground beneath her vanished.

Tong Yi Mo only felt her body crash into a warm embrace. When she looked up, she saw Leng Ye Chen's handsome face.

"Big brother!"

Tong Yimo's lips trembled slightly as she called out, her face ashen and her eyes dull, with glistening tears still clinging to the corners.

In the cold night, Leng Ye frowned with a sword resting on his brow. He held her body in his arms and walked away alone.

The policemen standing nearby looked on, but not a word did any of them dare to say.

"No! I won't leave! I know who killed him! I..."

"This matter will be handled by the police. They will investigate and bring the perpetrator to justice, allowing the deceased to rest in peace. There's no need for you to get involved!" Leng Yechen carried Tong Yimo downstairs while coldly interrupting her words.

He had sent a driver to pick her up because he knew she didn't want to see him.

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