The Secrets Hidden in Memory (9)

His nose was awash with the smell of blood. His head had bumped into the chassis. He could sense pain as it swept across his entire body. Lu Jia'er, who was in Jin Xiangdong's arms, looked toward where he was staring at slowly. She, too, saw that pair of eyes.

That pair of eyes with piercing-gleam, or even a trace of violence, belonged to a black man. Lu Jia'er looked into his eyes and blinked. After a few seconds, the black man reached his hand toward them slowly.

Looking at this hand, Jin Xiangdong could not help but hold Lu Jia'er tighter. This move filled Lu Jia'er's heart with warmth. In the instant when the car crashed, nobody could anticipate this accident. Both of them were smashed into the front seat uncontrollably. Yet, at such a critical time, Jin Xiangdong was able to hold her in his arms subconsciously.

At this moment, Lu Jia'er was curled up in the car. She struggled to say, "He is trying to save us."