First, then, love.

She doesn't want to go anywhere right now. The hospital is crowded and full of unfamiliar faces. She feels that there are perverts hiding in every dark corner.

All she wanted was to go home.

I just want to hide under the covers and lock the door tightly.

Seeing her on the verge of collapse, He Zheng felt a pang of heartache that felt like his heart was bleeding.

"Okay, let's not go, let's go home."

He went along with her without the slightest hesitation.

For minor cuts and bruises, his home first-aid kit is fully stocked with anti-inflammatory drugs, iodine, and gauze. He himself learned first aid in the army and can handle the situation more efficiently than a typical emergency room nurse.

Moreover, the injury to my hand did not damage any tendons or bones. I'll go back and clean it up first, and then see a specialist surgeon tomorrow morning.

The key now is to avoid further agitating her; her mental state has reached its limit.

"Then let go and let me drive. It'll only take ten minutes to get home, okay?"

He Zheng patiently coaxed her like a child.

Shu Yao still wouldn't let go.

Her clothes were all torn out of shape.

"Don't leave me..."

She was sobbing uncontrollably, tears clinging to her eyelashes, her eyes like those of a frightened fawn.

She knew He Zheng was going to drive, but her body was completely out of her control. As soon as he left her sight, fear would return.

He Zheng sighed.

This spoiled brat, who usually acts up all the time and is so bold as to dare to scratch him, is now terrified.

He pulled her, along with her black windbreaker, tightly into his broad embrace.

The man's chest was hard and hot, exuding a reassuring sense of security.

"I will never abandon you, I will never abandon you in this lifetime."

He murmured softly, his rough chin resting on the top of her head.

His large hand gently and forcefully stroked her back, one stroke at a time.

He soothed her nerves, which were so tense they were on the verge of snapping.

"I crippled that grandson. He broke his ribs and arm, and he'll spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair."

He Zheng spoke in a low voice about the bloody facts, trying to tell her in this simple and brutal way that the danger had been completely over.

"No one can hurt you anymore. I'm here. Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he couldn't touch a single hair on your head."

Shu Yao buried her face in the crook of his neck.

I could smell his scent.

Under the powerful warmth of the car's heater, his icy body slowly regained a trace of human warmth in his burning embrace.

The frequency of trembling has decreased.

But she still held on to him tightly, like clinging to a piece of driftwood.

He Zheng let her grab him.

He knew that post-traumatic comfort was more effective than any magic cure.

He tilted his head slightly, his thin lips touched her forehead gently, and then a kiss landed on the top of her disheveled hair.

Her hair was soft, mixed with a little moisture from melting snow.

He kissed her forehead and the top of her head again and again.

The man's lips were warm, carrying a soothing power.

Shu Yao's sobs gradually subsided, and her breathing became less rapid, but her hands were still tightly gripping the hem of his T-shirt.

"Let's go home," He Zheng coaxed her softly, his voice sounding particularly steady in the wind and snow. "It's cold outside, let's go home."

Shu Yao nodded, but only slightly, like a startled quail, rubbing her chin against his chest.

He Zheng stood up, closed the passenger door, and completely shut out the wind and snow outside and the red and blue flashing lights of the police car.

He walked around the front of the car, opened the driver's side door, and sat down, bringing with him a chill.

With the doors closed, the carriage became a sealed, safe room.

He had just settled into his seat and hadn't even had time to fasten his seatbelt.

The people next to them started to move.

Shu Yao stiffly unbuckled her seatbelt, leaned over the wide center console, and tightly hugged his right arm with both hands.

Her little face was pressed tightly against his shoulder, and she was like a piece of chewing gum that couldn't be peeled off, clinging to him.

He Zheng glanced at his right arm, which was being held tightly, and remained silent.

Normally, he would definitely scold her for not wearing a seatbelt, complaining that she was hindering safe driving.

But today, he didn't say a word, not even frown.

He shifted gears with his left hand and steered with one hand.

Crushing through the snow on the ground, we drove out of the parking lot and merged into the empty streets where snow was falling heavily.

The heater in the carriage was on full blast, whirring loudly and making people drowsy.

Shu Yao didn't speak, just held him tightly, her breath filled with the reassuring scent of the man.

He Zheng drove very steadily, but at an extremely high speed. The intersection was deserted, with only the wind and snow raging.

He stared at the road ahead, his right shoulder numb from her leaning against him, but he didn't move an inch.

Twenty minutes later, the car drove into the underground parking garage.

The blinding incandescent light shone on the windshield, dispelling the darkness.

He Zheng stepped on the brake and turned off the engine.

He pulled his right hand, which had become stiff from her embrace, and ruffled her hair.

"We're home, get off the bus."

Shu Yao's eyes were somewhat vacant. She looked through the car window at the familiar concrete pillars and parking spaces around her, and her tense body relaxed a little.

He Zheng pushed open the car door and got out.

First, open the back door and lift the cello case with one hand.

Then he went around to the passenger side and opened the car door.

I didn't let her get down and walk on her own.

He bent down, slipped one arm under her knees and back, and easily pulled her into his arms.

He held his wife firmly in his left arm and carried the heavy violin case in his right hand.

Stepping onto the epoxy floor of the garage, each step felt swift and powerful, his tall figure exuding an unshakeable sense of strength.

Stepping into the elevator, the numbers jumped all the way to twenty-two.

The fingerprint lock unlocked, and the security door made a dull thud.

Push open the door.

A warm breeze carrying the scent of tuberose wafted over me.

The underfloor heating inside was burning brightly, making it warm and cozy, a world apart from the freezing cold outside.

Hearing the commotion, the God of War wagged its tail and came running from the balcony.

As soon as it got close, the dog's nose twitched twice. It smelled the blood on Shu Yao's body, immediately stopped, pricked up its ears, made a wary "woof" sound in its throat, and circled in place.

Princess also jumped down from the cat tree, her round cat eyes staring intently at Shu Yao, her usually aloof tail now drooping low.

"Get out of the way, don't scare her."

He Zheng, with a cold face, gave a low rebuke and gently pushed the God of War aside with his toes.

He placed the cello case against the wall, then carried Shuyao to the living room.

Gently place her on the large black leather sofa.

"Sit down, I'll go get the first-aid kit to treat your wound."

He Zheng turned around, but before he could take a step, his hem was grabbed again.

The force was immense, carrying a stubbornness that seemed to disregard everything, and it almost made him stumble.

He turned around.

Shu Yao was barefoot, stepping on the cashmere carpet, and holding onto his clothes with one hand.

Like a rabbit ready to run away at any moment, tears began to well up in her eyes again.

"Don't go."

Her voice trembled; she still felt unsafe.

She felt that in every dark corner, behind the curtains of the French windows, and even behind the kitchen door, there seemed to be a pair of perverted eyes.

The moment He Zheng leaves her sight for half a second, that person will appear.

He Zheng felt a sharp pain in his heart when he saw her frightened state.