Forbidden Passion

Chapter 772 Taking My Life While I'm Injured

As soon as the door opened, Cindy was almost knocked over by the strong wind. She grabbed the door frame to steady herself, forcefully closed the door, and walked towards the filming location against the wind.

The sandstorm was so intense that visibility was very low. She could barely open her eyes and had to squint as she walked forward.

She had been with the crew for several days and could find the filming location with her eyes closed. She didn't see anyone along the way.

It wasn't until she got closer to the filming location that she heard the director shouting "Action" through a megaphone. She followed the sound.

In the midst of the yellow sand, the set had already been blown over. The natural scene alone was enough to make one feel despair and suffocation.

The wind was so strong that it took several people to hold a camera steady. Amidst the sandstorm, Patrick was fiercely fighting with another actor.

The scene was set in a narrow alley. Both actors were very professional; even with sand in their eyes, they didn't pause at all, and their fight choreography was incredibly smooth.

Cindy stood in a sheltered spot, watching Patrick's graceful movements in the yellow sand. His strikes were fierce, each move both ruthless and domineering.

It wasn't until the director excitedly shouted "Cut" that the two actors stopped their life-and-death struggle. They shook hands and patted each other's shoulders, ready to

leave.

The wind howled, and Cindy squinted to see a loose tile on the roof right above Patrick's head.

Cindy's heart skipped a beat. If the tile fell and didn't hit Patrick, it would be fine, but if

it did, it could be fatal. She reacted almost without thinking.

She dashed into the sandstorm, running frantically towards Patrick.

At that moment, she thought she must be out of her mind. If it were a movie where the heroine ran to save the hero from bullets or knives, she would think the heroine was stupid.

If it were her, she would definitely take better care of herself.

Cindy ran towards him without a second thought, driven by

a mind of its own, she ran and shouted, "Patrick, move! The tile is loose,

words, she

direction. The

seen Cindy run

closer. He could barely see

face, as if she was saying

by the wind. However, it didn't fall straight

expected but

stopped, not even having time to think. The tile hit her face

strong wind knocked Cindy backward. As she was about to fall, she let out a cry of despair in her heart. If she died and went to the afterlife, she imagined the Grim Reaper would mock her for dying in such a foolish

wind's effect when she ran towards

Cindy fell into a warm embrace, and Patrick's panicked voice

her eyes, not wanting to face her shameful self, and

Seeing the sandstorm intensifying and the surroundings becoming more chaotic, he quickly picked Cindy up and walked towards

was noisy. When Patrick came back with Cindy in his arms, Ulysses quickly opened the door to let them in. Seeing Cindy unconscious and covered in blood, Ulysses' eyes widened

to Cindy?" Ulysses asked worriedly as he watched Patrick lay Cindy on

face showed no emotion, but his

and began cleaning the blood off Cindy's face. The cotton ball soaked in alcohol

nose, there were no visible injuries. But who knew if

threw away the bloody cotton ball and gently pressed

Cindy opened her eyes in pain, glaring at the close-up Patrick, "Great,

nose bridge. From her angle,

couldn't help but smile slightly, "Hmm, not

propped herself

tissue and

to screw the cap back on the alcohol, exposing

do you think I did it for? If I wasn't afraid you'd get killed by that tile, would I have bothered