After more than thirty six hours of staying awake, Jia Molei could finally lay his worry to rest, dump the matter of watching over He Juan to the nurses on shift and Su Xieren, and patted his ass to go home. It was only when he got to the parking lot and did not see his black Jeep anywhere that he recalled how that car of his had turned into scrap.
"...Fuck," he could not help but curse softly under his breath.
Frustrated, he lifted his hand to tussle his hair, yet he ended up tugging on the wounds on his chest, various dark bruises and muscle strains all over his body instead. His entire body abruptly turned rigid, even his breathing stuttered for a split second. Oh God… it was painful. It was so fucking painful that he wanted to roll on the ground and wail out loud!
Alas, as a big ass man, he could only swallow the howl of pain, grit his teeth and silently endure.
