143 *do not read*

Jiang Yan was trembling with fear as she clutched the little boy tightly in her arms. She was expecting to feel the searing pain of a gunshot any second, but to her surprise, she felt nothing. Instead, she was enveloped in a warm and familiar fragrance. Her mind was racing as she struggled to comprehend what had just happened. She glanced down at the little boy, relieved to see that he was safe and unharmed. However, her relief was short-lived as she noticed the lifeless body of the man holding the gun a few feet away from her.