The SUV sped toward the private airport.
Zimei had fallen into a deep sleep, and Ji Wei gently wiped the blood from her forehead and carefully bandaged her wounds.
When she finished tidying up and turned around, she saw Gu Moqian quietly watching her, his gaze tender. However, his hand was pressed against the wound on his abdomen, and his complexion was a bit pale.
"Mo Qian, does it hurt a lot?"
Ji Wei's heart tightened as she reached out and gently touched the back of his hand.
Gu Moqian shook his head with a faint smile.
"Can you hold on? If not, we should head to a hospital—"
"No need. Your husband isn't that weak." Gu Moqian clasped her hand in his and pulled her close against his shoulder.
"Mo Qian, Ji Chuyang, that bastard, is dead. It feels like the nightmare is finally over, like I can finally breathe easy." Ji Wei rested her cheek against his rising and falling chest, whispering softly.
