klisemfg Chapter 223 Heartbroken
Chapter 223 Heartbroken
Bo Junxing waited in place for a while, then took a deep breath, trying to ease the tightness in his chest.
When he looked up, he saw Shen Feiwan standing beside the large rock, waving at him.
Shen Feiwan waved and called him over.
He didn't ask why, touched the roof of his mouth with the tip of his tongue, and took a step without even a second of hesitation.
The snow was ankle-deep, and he walked quickly and hurriedly, the snowflakes he kicked up rolling into his trouser legs.
As soon as he approached, Shen Feiwan eagerly took off her hiking clothes and handed them to him, saying, "Let's change back into our clothes first."
Bo Junxing didn't take it; his left hand, which was difficult to move, hung limply at his side. "Don't you know my hand is broken? Even if you have no feelings for me, you should at least help me out so as not to delay things."
That's true... Shen Feiwan didn't refute it, and directly took off his clothes for him, and then put on his own.
She handled the entire sequence of actions with remarkable efficiency. She didn't even look up once, and she barely paid any attention to his injuries, acting like a robot on a mission.
After zipping up the zipper, she took a step back and said, "All done."
Then she pointed to the steep slope, "Look, I've taken a closer look, this is the track where those two assassins slid down. I think we can definitely climb up this track, of course, it's not convenient for you, I'll be in front and pull you up with a rope."
“Because if we keep going forward, we can’t be sure if there are any houses ahead, and we’re all covered in blood, and you have a gunshot wound. It would be difficult to explain if we were asked for help by strangers. If we go back the way we came, at least we can find their car and your house, don’t you think?”
Bo Junxing glanced at the steep slope and said indifferently, "Fine, as long as I don't die halfway there."
"…………" Shen Feiwan was speechless.
She wanted to say, "Don't worry, I won't let you die," but she swallowed those words.
She turned and walked toward the killer's body, choosing to change the subject, "You rest for a while, I'll go search their bodies, we need to find the car's controller."
Shen Feiwan quickly found the car controller and other items that looked potentially useful on one of the assassins.
She then put away the two guns and tied the rope around Bo Junxing's waist.
"Let's go."
The snow on the steep slope had been plowed into two deep furrows by the assassin as he slid down, and now it had frozen into an ice crust.
When Shen Feiwan stepped on it, the soles of her boots slipped a little. She suddenly gripped a protruding rock, and shards of ice fell down in a flurry.
The rope was taut behind her, but it didn't carry the expected weight. Bo Junxing gripped the crevice with one hand and braced his right leg against the icicle, moving upwards on his own.
When Shen Feiwan turned around, she saw him clenching his teeth, the veins on his left hand bulging, as he forcefully lifted his body half a foot upwards. The rope hung limply between the two of them, swaying in the wind.
After climbing to the top of the cliff, Shen Feiwan reached out to pull him up, but Bo Junxing turned his head away.
His final climb was almost a crash, his knee slamming into the snow with a dull thud.
His face was frighteningly pale, and there was frost on his eyelashes.
Shen Feiwan's fingertips twitched as she reached out to touch his forehead, but she withdrew them halfway through.
Suddenly, heavy snow began to fall from the sky, and the two of them walked back, one after the other, following the footprints they had left behind.
Bo Jun walked steadily, but his right hand was always pressed against his left shoulder.
Shen Feiwan would look back every now and then, and each time he was perfectly upright, his steps never faltering.
As dawn approached, the broken-down jeep finally came into view.
Shen Feiwan's eyes lit up, and she rushed toward the jeep.
Press the controller firmly with your thumb, and the car beeps once, then the headlights flash twice.
She yanked open the driver's side door, then instinctively went around to the other side and pulled open the passenger side door.
“Come here quickly,” she called to Bo Junxing, her voice shrouded in the white mist, “the car will have heating once you get in.”
Bo Junxing was already exhausted. His jawline was tense, but he still quickened his pace without showing any emotion.
He didn't stop when he passed the passenger seat; instead, he went straight to the back door and climbed in.
He let out a barely perceptible sigh of relief as he sank into the seat.
Upon seeing this, Shen Feiwan got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and closed the passenger door.
She turned the key to start the engine, and warm air immediately gushed out from the vents.
In the rearview mirror, Bo Junxing leaned back in his seat with his head tilted to the side, his face as pale as paper. If it weren't for his long eyelashes trembling slightly with his breathing, Shen Feiwan would have thought he was dead.
A sudden, unfamiliar, aching sensation rose in her chest, as if something were gently gripping it.
However, after frowning slightly, she quickly turned her attention back to the road and focused on driving.
With a means of transportation, the journey becomes much easier.
When the familiar house came into view, Shen Feiwan hesitated for a moment, then turned the steering wheel and drove the car into the backyard.
After the car came to a complete stop, Bo Junxing got out first.
He swayed slightly as he pushed open the door to get out of the car, but he quickly regained his balance.
He walked into the house without looking back, leaving a trail of footprints of varying depths in the snow.
Shen Feiwan didn't rush to follow; she bent down and started rummaging through the car.
She wanted to see if she could find any more information about the two assassins or their assassin organization.
After all, those two assassins were just tools. Although they were dead, the person who hired them still knew her identity. Dealing with those two assassins now is only a temporary solution.
The real threat lurks in the shadows; she must find more information to end this hunt.
More than twenty minutes later, Shen Feiwan thoroughly checked the car inside and out, front and back, even the gaps under the seats, before finally stopping.
She packed anything she thought was useful into her bag and took it with her when she got off the bus.
These twenty-odd minutes passed in the blink of an eye for Shen Feiwan.
But for Bo Junxing, it was a long and difficult period.
He had to endure his exhaustion and high fever to pour himself some water, find some fever reducers, and take off his soaked shoes and coat.
As he lay down on the sofa, he kept looking towards the door, but he never saw Shen Feiwan.
In those few tens of minutes, he felt like he was about to die several times over, but Shen Feiwan still didn't come in.
He felt that he had truly given up this time, so much so that he no longer even wanted to take revenge on her.
His body was burning with fever, and his consciousness was gradually fading.
Shen Feiwan had only just remembered Bo Junxing, which was why she hurriedly got out of the car. When she returned to the house, she found that Bo Junxing had already fainted.
When he woke up again, Bo Junxing found himself in a hospital.
He tried to sit up, and the IV needle on the back of his hand was immediately pulled.
"Mr. Bo!" The assistant rushed forward and helped him sit up. "You're finally awake."
"……How did you come?"