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.

a second thought, driven by an unstoppable force. She couldn't stop

had a mind of its own, she ran and shouted, "Patrick, move! The

a few words, she got

voice and squinted in her direction. The wind was so loud that he couldn't

had never seen Cindy run

watching Cindy run closer. He

as

saw the tile finally being lifted by the wind. However, it

but was blown towards her

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

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

consider the wind's effect when she ran

embrace, and Patrick's panicked voice came to her ears, "Cindy, stay with me, do

wanting to face

the sandstorm intensifying and the surroundings becoming more chaotic, he quickly picked

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

he watched Patrick lay Cindy on the

by a tile." Patrick's face showed no emotion, but his heart was

the first aid kit, pulled out some antiseptic and cotton balls, and began cleaning the blood off Cindy's face. The cotton ball soaked in alcohol wiped away the

red nose, there were no visible injuries. But

Patrick threw away the bloody cotton ball and gently pressed Cindy's nose bridge

pain hit, and the pretending-to-faint Cindy opened her eyes in pain, glaring

angle, her eyes looked a bit cross-eyed,

couldn't help but smile

hand away, propped herself up on

feeling like it was about to bleed again. She grabbed a tissue

over to screw the cap back on the

"Who do you think I did it for? If I wasn't