Love Began with the First Meeting

When Eric entered the staircase, Brian's car was sliding into the hospital compound. Tony stopped the car and held the door open for his boss.

Brian got out. He had looked frightening and gloomy at the club, but here, even though his face was long as a fiddle, his presence was less threatening and pressurizing.

Brian stood by the car with both hands in his trouser pockets and waited for Tony who was talking to the hospital authority on the phone. Tony frowned slightly, and, hanging up, respectfully told Brian," Miss Xia left a few minutes after she came into the ward. The nurse on the seventh floor saw her entering the staircase."

Brian slightly knitted his eyebrows thoughtfully, and ordered,"She must be in the hospital. Find her right away!"

"Yes, sir!" Tony replied and ran to the central control room of the hospital at once.

Brian stood still as the sunset shone upon his tall and straight figure. The bright half looked like a warm, lovely angel, and the darker one seemed like a cold-blooded devil. Even as two extreme opposites, his bright half and his dark one coexisted with each other in harmony.

He simply stood there for a long while. Those who passed by were wondering why he was standing there, but they looked away after just a glance at him. He had that sort of personality. People couldn't help wondering why they were afraid of this man who looked half like an angel.

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Molly opened her red and vacant eyes widely. She was completely immersed in her sorrows and was unaware of the wound in her back cracking again, or the blood staining her clothes.

She didn't feel pain or anything. She just sat on the cold step with a pale face.

she heard the sound of footsteps from upstairs, which seemed kind of weird in such a silent staircase, but with everything else on her mind,

Molly. He looked

screen, but now, when he saw her up-close, she looked nothing like the cunning girl who

usual hedgehog self, she was like a dying wild flower surrounded by despair

approached Molly. He half squatted down, stared at her confusedly and pityingly, asked,"Molly, what

blinked her eyes powerlessly with a poker

slightly

was still completely unresponsive. She seemed to have lost all her consciousness. Only her

wrinkled his brows, and raised his voice. "Molly! Talk to me!" He was so scared when he saw her face horribly pale

with a lifeless face. He knew her thoughts had been far away and

hands in front of her eyes. To his surprise, she did not respond. The sight seemed to trouble him and he bent down to get her up.

he touched something wet and sticky on her back. He looked at the blood on his hand and then found her back bleeding.

his arms, carefully keeping away from her wound, and turned towards

her. Her vast and hazy nerve was

of familiar, and she seemed accustomed to

she rubbed her face against Eric's chest for warmness. With closed mouth and lackluster eyes, she rubbed several times and then closed her eyes when

beautiful face for a