His fingertips gently brushed past a lock of black hair by Lu Xiaoyou's ear, sliding all the way down to the very ends.
The tips of her hair had also been hit by the light explosion rays; the strands curled up, giving off a scorched smell.
According to the surveillance in the lab, the gun barrel had originally been aimed at Long Xiliang, but the one actually struck by the ray was Lu Xiaoyou.
From the surveillance footage he'd seen her throw herself in front of Long Xiliang without a thought for herself; even now, whenever that scene flashed back, Feng Zheyu's heart would still shudder.
"Xiaoyou, you have to get better soon." Feng Zheyu had said these words to her in his heart ten thousand times…
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The private jet taxied along the ground, and the moment it came to a full stop and the cabin door opened, Feng Zheyu jumped straight down from the hatch with Lu Xiaoyou in his arms.
On the tarmac, the car sent to pick them up was already waiting.
