Amidst the chaos, the dust, the fury that had stirred through that cursed house—Hua Jing was finally wheeled out.
Her pale form was carefully secured onto the gurney, surrounded by masked medical personnel who moved like shadows through the night.
The Blue Gang cleared the path in silence. No one said a word.
The once eerie forest echoed only with the subtle hum of monitors now. And the cold crackle of leaves beneath hurried footsteps.
Fu Jing Rong followed behind her like a shadow tethered by fate.
He hadn't let go of her hand.
Not for a second.
Even when they hoisted her into the back of the ambulance, even when the door slid shut, sealing them both inside that space of metal and urgency—he still held on.
Tightly.
Fiercely.
As though letting go meant losing her all over again.
Dr. Liang climbed in after them, adjusting the IV line and checking her oxygen levels, his movements brisk and practiced.
