I gasped for air, lost in the chaotic agony of having narrowly escaped death. Once I caught my breath and my vision cleared, I looked up at Juyan, who was holding me.
His face wore a rare look of panic. As he wiped away the tears that had been squeezed out of me, his fingers trembled, and his voice shook: "Lianhe, where does it hurt?"
Just then, the company’s head of security arrived, breathless, leading his team. They must have seen the parking garage surveillance; their response had been swift. They were all familiar with me, mostly because I always kept my bag stocked with snacks that I handed out to everyone I met.
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