She hid in a warm embrace, a pair of strong arms tightly wrapped around her. Despite the danger ahead, she felt a sense of calm at this moment. The world seemed to shake with a loud "bang," as fierce tongues of fire surged forth, accompanied by debris driven by a violent gust, slicing through the air with sharp edges. Yan Song pressed her head tightly into his embrace, swept to the ground by the blast. He used himself as a shield, rolling on the ground upon landing as various debris struck his back, with a shard of glass deeply embedding into his back muscles. Yun Ya heard a suppressed groan above her head, as the arms holding her tightened slightly, almost making it difficult for her to breathe. "Brother Yan..." Tears streamed down her face, as she heard his gentle, low voice in her ear, "It’s all right now..." Yun Ya reached up to touch, and felt her hands covered in blood, her heart suddenly clenched tightly. Yan Song’s head tilted to the side, his head completely drooping. That night, the Lin Family Villa was blown to ruins. Fortunately, no one died, except for Yan Song and Ning Zihuan, who were injured to varying degrees. And she, without a scratch. Original content can be found at N0v3l.Fiɾe.net Mingyue pushed Yan Song aside and helped her up: "Miss, are you all right?" Yun Ya shook her head, "I’m fine." She turned around to check Yan Song’s injuries. The wounds were deep, but luckily only superficial, not damaging the spine, a fortune amid misfortune. At this time, two figures quickly approached, a woman’s voice full of anxiety was heard before they even got close: "Captain...." Yun Ya slightly narrowed her eyes. The next moment, a young girl dressed neatly ran over, and upon seeing the unconscious Yan Song, was about to rush over. Yun Ya suddenly stretched out her hand to block her approaching hand, "Don’t touch him." Her voice was cold and stern. The girl was taken aback, she looked up at the girl in front of her. The fire burned fiercely after the explosion, slightly stinging the skin. Despite her disheveled hair, her striking beauty remained, especially her phoenix eyes, with slightly upturned tips that exuded a stunning brilliance amidst her sharp and unrestrained demeanor. She was stunned, finding her familiar somehow, yet couldn’t recall precisely at the moment. Angered by what the girl implied, she sneered: "Who are you? Why can’t I touch him?" Yun Ya gently brushed away the debris on Yan Song’s cheek, calmly saying: "Because I am his girlfriend." Yan He stood there stupefied, feeling a coldness spread through her limbs. Wan Fu briskly walked over, his gaze circling the girl’s face, ignoring Yan He’s pale expression, he softly said: "The ambulance is almost here." Yun Ya looked up and recognized the person as the one with Yan Song that day, but at this moment she couldn’t laugh, so she nodded as a sign of greeting. "He’s fine, just some flesh wounds, bandaging will suffice, but we can’t rule out the presence of internal bleeding in the brain. It’s best to have a cranial CT once at the hospital." Yun Ya spoke with a calmness that was not devoid of composure. Wan Fu paused, thinking this girl considered things thoroughly, having a favorable impression of her in his heart. Yan He suppressed the bitterness in her heart, looked up at the stunning girl in front of her, making her feel inferior, and spoke: "You’re not a doctor, how do you know he isn’t seriously hurt, he’s bled so much...." Not a doctor? A touch of coldness flashed in Yun Ya’s eyes, she could see that this woman liked Yan Song, of course, Yan Song was excellent, it was normal for women to like him, but a woman who unknowingly ran to confront her like she did was very annoying, like a fly, she’d love to smack it dead. A gentle smile tugged at her lips, albeit in a dilapidated place, with flickering flames behind her, amidst the ruins of collapsed walls, yet it couldn’t mar the girl’s beauty and elegance, making Yan He feel a deep sense of inferiority, though she did not want to admit it, this inferiority shadowed her like a figure, her fingernails deeply embedded into the skin of her palm, causing her to lower her head in frustration. "When I say Brother Yan will be fine, Brother Yan will definitely be fine." Her voice was soft and melodious, very pleasing to the ear. Yet each word was like a sharp dagger stabbing deep into Yan He’s heart and pulling out with blood. Brother Yan... Sounds so nice! Yun Ya let out a cold snort, turning to glance at Mingyue: "Where is Zihuan?" Only now did Mingyue think of Ning Zihuan, and silently mourned in her heart for him for three seconds, coldly replying, "He won’t die." As she spoke, she pointed to a boy lying on the grass not far away. Yun Ya furrowed her brows, "Is it serious?" Just then, the ambulance wailed as it arrived, placing Yan Song on a stretcher. Yun Ya got on the ambulance following them, unobtrusively edging Yan He aside.