Following him, you're bound to fall sooner or later_1

The helicopter descended steadily onto a flat, vast plain just outside the highway.

A few bodyguards, each holding a black umbrella, walked toward them.

Having been by Zhou Luchen's side for a while, Shen Jing recognized those faces. They were from the Zhou Family. It wasn't Zhou Luchen who came; he had sent his bodyguards instead. This scene was quite a display of force.

Even though he hadn't deigned to appear himself, Shen Jing's eyelids twitched involuntarily, swollen and aching. In that moment, the desolation of a castaway on a deserted island washed over me, each beat of my heart an agonizing impact. It was as if I were being meticulously manipulated, my emotions stirred until tears threatened to spill.

One of the arriving bodyguards held a black raincoat. With utmost restraint and politeness, he draped it over her shoulders and patiently helped her put it on. In the heavy rain, they treated me like a lost, precious pet.