You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

A group of reporters besieged Joyce like flies and could not be swatted away.

The flashing lights flashed continuously.

She could barely open her eyes and could only raise her hand to block it.

"Sorry, no comment. The police department will announce the latest progress themselves.” Joyce answered while raising her hand to shield her face.

Luther had just reached the parking lot when he heard a commotion behind him and looked back. Joyce was surrounded by reporters. He turned around and walked back with a frown on his face.

This group of journalists did find a good spot to hide, just now hiding in the bush outsides the cemetery, and now they were all coming out.

lot and his heart lit up. It seemed that the two of them must have leaked the news of Joyce's presence here

noticed what's going on outside and hurriedly got

anxiously inquired, "President, do you need me

"No need, the media can never be blocked after such a big event. They've been waiting for so long, let them get some

I'll bring the car over and wait." Aaron said respectfully, and he took a glance at Joyce, who was surrounded by reporters. With a wound on her back, and now she was being pushed around. He was afraid the

she had an injury on her back, so she did not dare to move too much. She could only dodge from side to side. It was indeed better than just standing there but after a long

moment, a reporter pulled

felt as if her wound were torn

was forcibly separated, and the next moment, she

familiar feeling, a familiar smell. Without looking up, she

wanted to get first-hand information. Several media companies