My-left-hand-holds-love-Chapter-11

“Want me to teach you a few moves? Next time someone bullies you, you’ll be able to protect yourself.”

Her eyes were as clear as the sea, the corners crinkling with a smile.

Rain pelted my face, chilling me to the bone.

“That hitman was so cool. He never betrayed his dignity, even at the end. That’s a real man.”

There were faint bite marks on her soda straw as she looked at me with admiration.

Blood kept pouring from my chest. Jiang Shan was a terrifying monster—his final stab had drained all my will to fight. If I hadn’t set those explosives in advance, buying myself those crucial thirty seconds, I’d be a corpse by now.

“If you bring me a bouquet every day for a hundred days, I’ll date you.”

She said it with cool bravado, but couldn’t hide the blush on her cheeks.

I must have lost all my blood. That stab near my heart—pull it out, and I’d see the Death.

I gave a bitter smile. I’d imagined this ending countless times, but now that it was real, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of regret. I really wasn’t ready to go.

“Don’t be late. I hate men who are late.”

Her sweet dimpled smile under the little white umbrella as she said goodbye replayed in my mind.

“Grandma, a bouquet of flowers, please.” I struggled to lift my arm, handing money to the elderly flower vendor.

She glanced down at me, then let out a startled scream, abandoning her basket and stumbling across the street in terror.

“What’s her problem? Do I really look that bad?”

I tossed the money into the basket, grabbed a white rose, and with the last of my strength, walked alone into the rainy night.

The End