Her entire body was numb, and a buzzing filled her ears; the only thing in her mind was the scene of her knocking that person into the air.
But she couldn't afford to think about that now, as she quickly pulled the handbrake and sprang out of the car.
Zha Xi was leaning against the tire, still holding a gun in one hand while clutching his abdomen, which was continuously bleeding, his face deathly pale.
Seeing her approach, the somewhat scattered look in his eyes seemed to suddenly coalesce, his lips moved, and he managed to say in a strained voice:
"...Sister-in-law..."
His feeble voice instantly brought a sour feeling to Wen Xian's nose, and she nearly burst into tears.
"Don't talk! Hang in there! You're going to be okay!"
As she spoke, Wen Xian swiftly took off her windbreaker and pressed it firmly against his abdomen.
She then supported him with one hand, while clenching her teeth as she shouldered his weight and headed to the side of the car.