SAYE [Run Freely]

Chapter 11

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The moment he jumped out of the window, the cold wind poured into his breath, squeezed into his pores and finally penetrated inside his body.

It felt amazing.

The broken glass that fell under the window sill made a few short and crisp sounds beneath his feet - Jiang Cheng felt that his feeling of suffocation had finally disappeared.

The sky outside was a complete blanket of darkness with no street lights. The moon had gone somewhere unknown, leaving only the faint light that was visible from the windows of various households, which made it possible to vaguely see that this was the back of the building that had not been cleared of a large area of snow.

Jiang Cheng fished his cell phone out of his pocket and turned on the flashlight before treading ahead through the snow with deep and light steps, from the back of the building to the end of a small street.

Ahead was some sort of small factory with no road there.

He stopped and stood in the darkness.

After the immense outburst, he slowly calmed down in the cold wind and was now somewhat at a loss.

Where to go?

What to do?

Without a goal or a purpose.

He looked down at the time on his phone and pondered on what he should do now.

It's too fucking cold, shit. He had actually forgotten to put on a jacket when he jumped out.

There was a trace of a dirty smear on the phone screen. He used his fingers to rub at it, unfortunately, not only was the previous trace not erased, but a new one was added.

The highly dark surroundings were the culprits in making it nearly impossible for him to clearly see what it was, and he could only vaguely feel that his fingers were wet.

But soon he reacted and quickly turn the phone screen toward his own fingers and searched.

Blood.

"Fuck," he said in a low voice.

It was a bit frightening - a bloody hand.

The bitter cold hand had gone somewhat numb, he couldn't feel the pain at all; he even looked until he found the cut in the center of his palm.

Quite deep - the blood was still gushing without a sign of stopping.

Jiang Cheng searched around in both of his pants pockets yet couldn't even find a scrap of paper - all he could do was pull down the corner of his sweater and firmly held onto it at his palm.

Such a cold day did not actually freeze the wound up.

... that's right, such a cold day.

He didn't even have a jacket.

Shit!

It was only until this moment that Jiang Cheng seemed to have been suddenly roused by the bone-chilling coldness.

No coat, no money, and endlessly flowing blood.

He assessed the direction and ran to the junction of the small street to the side; Li Bao Guo had mentioned that there was a community hospital over there where you could ask someone to help bind up a wound first and stay warm.

After running for a few steps, he could barely endure the cold - the running changed into hopping and skipping, soon he couldn't even feel the warmth of his own breath.