svetikya Chapter 194
Chapter 194
The voice of the nighthawk was like a thunder, suddenly sounding in the silent night sky, with endless anxiety and fear.
The voice seemed to tear apart the heavy darkness that made people unable to breathe, and sent the signal of danger to every hidden corner.
When Thorn heard the cry of the nighthawk, her heart suddenly tightened, as if she was grabbed by an invisible big hand.
In an instant, she widened her eyes, and the threat of death that was approaching was reflected in her pupils.
The body instinctively wanted to react, and every cell was clamoring to escape.
However, everything happened too suddenly.
The beam of light was like the devil's eye that sprang out of hell, approaching at a terrifying speed, so fast that people had almost no time to make effective evasive actions.
Time seemed to stop at this moment, and the air seemed to become heavy and oppressive, as if it had turned into a substantial lead block, pressing heavily on people's hearts.
"Bang!"
A loud noise broke the brief silence, which was terrifying.
This sound was particularly harsh in the silent night, as if the bell of the end of the world was ringing.
A red motorcycle suddenly rushed out of the bushes at ten o'clock, like an out-of-control beast, with the momentum of destroying everything, and rushed towards Thorn at an astonishing speed.
The engine sound of the motorcycle was like the roar of a beast, deafening.
In this brief and thrilling moment, Thorn's pupils shrank sharply due to extreme fear.
She tried to dodge to the side, twisting her body desperately, pushing her feet hard on the ground, and every muscle was doing her best to resist this inevitable doom.
Her eyes were full of desire for life and unwillingness to fate.
However, the speed of the red motorcycle was so fast that her efforts seemed so pale and powerless. In the blink of an eye, the motorcycle ruthlessly hit Thorn.
First, the sharp front of the motorcycle hit Thorn's side violently. At that moment, it seemed that time had stopped.
The huge impact instantly knocked her away, and her body was like a kite with a broken string, lightly drawing a miserable arc in the air.
This arc was not a graceful curve, but the trajectory of death, a mockery of fate.
Then, she fell heavily to the ground with a dull sound, and the body of Thorn collided violently with the hard ground, raising a cloud of dust.
The flying dust seemed to add a hazy veil to this tragic scene, but it could not cover up this cruel reality.
"No!"
Nighthawk, who saw this scene, was instantly filled with anger in his eyes, and the whole person went crazy like a lion out of control.
His chest rose and fell violently, and every breath was trembling with anger, and his teeth were clattering. The sound was particularly clear in the silence, as if it was the angry roar in his heart.
He pulled out the gun from his waist at lightning speed and shot wildly at the motorcycle.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The bullets shot at the motorcycle like meteors, carrying Nighthawk's anger and hatred.
However, the motorcycle seemed to have planned an escape route long ago. The driver drove it left and right, dodging and evading Nighthawk's bullets flexibly.
The driver seemed to be a ghost in the dark, disdaining Nighthawk's attack.
Then, the motorcycle disappeared from the bushes again, leaving only Nighthawk's angry roar echoing in the night sky. The roar was full of helplessness and unwillingness, like a wounded beast making a final protest against fate.
Nighthawk looked at the disappeared motorcycle, and the anger and helplessness in his heart drowned him like a surging tide. His eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes revealed despair and helplessness.
He turned around suddenly and looked at Thorn lying in a pool of blood. His legs softened and he almost collapsed to the ground.
He staggered to Thorn's side, and his knees hit the ground heavily, but he seemed to feel no pain.
He knelt on the ground, his hands trembling as he tried to cover her bleeding wound, but blood still flowed out from between his fingers, staining his hands red.
Those hands, once strong and powerful, were now so helpless.
"Thorny, hold on, you must hold on!"
Nighthawk shouted hoarsely with endless grief and fear.
His voice was hoarse, but he still kept calling Thorny's name, as if Thorn would not leave him as long as he did not stop.
Tears rushed out of his eyes uncontrollably like a flood, dripping on Thorn's bloody face, mixing with her blood.
Those tears were the venting of his inner pain and his accusation of fate.
Thorn's consciousness was blurred, she tried hard to open her heavy eyelids, the world in front of her had become blurred, but sheI still want to take another look at Nighthawk.
Looking at the grief-stricken Nighthawk in front of me, I squeezed out a smile with difficulty, and that smile was filled with endless attachment and reluctance.
Her voice was weak but full of affection: "Nighthawk, don't be sad... I... I don't regret going through so much with you. I... I love you..."
After that, her eyes slowly closed and she fell into a coma.
Her voice was as weak as a candle swaying in the wind, which could go out at any time, but she was extremely firm, as if she had used up her last bit of vitality.
Nighthawk held Thorn's hand tightly, and the hand was cold, without the warmth and strength of the past. But he didn't dare to let go, as if as long as he let go, Thorn would leave him forever.
Nighthawk's tears burst out like a dam bursting, and his cry echoed in the darkness, tearing his heart and lungs, as if a wounded beast was wailing helplessly in the dark night.
"Jingjie, you can't be in trouble, you can't leave me! I love you too, I can't live without you! We agreed to go back to our alma mater together to see the crabapple blossoms, you promised me. The crabapple blossoms are still waiting for us, you said that is our most beautiful memory, you can't break your promise!"
Nighthawk's voice echoed in the empty wilderness, with deep despair and endless attachment.
His voice echoed in the dark night, as if it was the cry of a wounded beast.
He held the unconscious Jingjie tightly in his arms, his body trembling constantly. His tears soaked Jingjie's clothes, his shouts were blown away by the night wind, but he could not call back Jingjie's consciousness that was gradually fading away.
The air around seemed to be frozen, only the sad cry of the nighthawk floated in the silent night sky. The moonlight sprinkled on them, reflecting a sad and beautiful picture.
Nighthawk's figure looked lonely and desperate in the moonlight, and the thorn in his arms was like a sleeping angel, but was tortured by pain. The wind blew quietly, stirring the surrounding grass, making a rustling sound, as if it was also lamenting this tragic scene.
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