The living room was scattered with a dozen empty wine bottles.

I drifted into the bedroom and saw Xie Jiasen taking off his short-sleeved shirt.

Under the bright light, the scar around his waist was particularly prominent.

My hand passed through that scar.

"Does it hurt?"

I asked myself, "Did it hurt when you took that stab for me?"

...

Although the negotiation with the assailant that year was brief, it unexpectedly went smoothly.

He agreed to the demand for a hostage exchange.

Then, with one hand around my neck, he released the girl and pressed the dagger against my chest.

It was a position that could deliver a fatal blow.

More and more people gathered around, making the assailant somewhat panicked.

His blade slowly pierced through my clothes and landed on my skin.

Suddenly, the assailant, with great vigilance, took me backward and shouted, "Don't come any closer! If you take one step closer, I'll kill her!"

"Let her go, and I'll be your hostage."

I raised my head and saw Xie Jiasen walking slowly towards me.

At the same time, taking advantage of the assailant's diverted attention, other colleagues quickly surrounded him from behind.

The restrained assailant tried to resist, swinging his dagger wildly without any technique.

Just as the tip of the blade was about to pierce me, Xie Jiasen suddenly rushed over and shielded me in his embrace.

"Are you okay?" he asked in a muffled voice.

I gasped for breath, lowered my head, and looked at his waist, where blood was flowing incessantly:

"Why did you do this? It's very dangerous, don't you know?"

Xie Jiasen just smiled and said, "Because this time, I wanted to strike up a conversation with you."