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

had a mind of its own, she ran

few words, she got a mouthful of

to hear Cindy's voice and squinted in her direction. The wind was so loud that

Patrick had never seen Cindy run

Cindy run closer. He could barely

her face, as if she was saying

saw the tile finally being lifted by the wind.

she had expected but was blown towards her

The tile hit her face with a "bang," and

heart. If she died

wind's effect when

into a warm embrace, and Patrick's panicked voice came to her ears, "Cindy, stay with me, do you hear

tightly closed her eyes, not wanting to face her shameful self,

Cindy up. Seeing the sandstorm intensifying and the surroundings becoming more chaotic, he quickly

with Cindy in his arms, Ulysses quickly opened the door to let them in.

Patrick lay Cindy on the sofa and hurried to find a first aid kit to hand to

hit by a tile." Patrick's face showed no emotion, but

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

red nose, there were no visible injuries. But who knew if Cindy's proud nose bridge was

cotton ball

glaring at the close-up Patrick, "Great,

angle, her eyes looked a

help but smile slightly, "Hmm,

away, propped herself up on the

about to bleed again. She grabbed a tissue and pressed it to her nose, glaring at

faint." Patrick leaned over to screw the cap back on

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