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 an unstoppable force. She couldn't stop

own, she ran and shouted,

she

The wind was

Cindy run towards him so fast

Cindy run closer. He could

face, as if she was

the tile finally being lifted by the wind. However, it didn't

expected but

stopped, not even having time to think. The tile hit her face with a "bang," and her

to fall, she let out a cry of despair in her heart. If she died and

wind's effect when

a warm embrace, and Patrick's panicked voice came to

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

up. Seeing the sandstorm intensifying and the surroundings becoming more

When Patrick came back with Cindy in his arms, Ulysses quickly opened the door

as he watched Patrick lay Cindy on

tile." Patrick's face showed no emotion, but his

the first aid kit, pulled out some antiseptic and cotton balls, and began cleaning the blood off Cindy's face.

apart from her red nose, there were no visible injuries. But who knew if Cindy's proud nose

this, Patrick threw away the bloody cotton ball and gently pressed Cindy's nose bridge with his

the pretending-to-faint Cindy opened her eyes in pain, glaring at the close-up Patrick, "Great, you're trying to kill me while I'm

were still on Cindy's nose bridge. From her angle, her eyes looked

help but smile slightly, "Hmm,

herself up on the sofa, her nose

tissue and pressed it to her nose, glaring at Patrick, "What

to screw the cap back on the alcohol, exposing

was displeased. "Who do you think I did it for? If I wasn't afraid you'd get killed by that tile, would I have