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.

them must have leaked the news of Joyce's presence here to the media. After all, only

outside and hurriedly got out

need me to clear them all

media can never be blocked after such a big event. They've been waiting for

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

to go outside, but 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 while she was

that moment, a reporter pulled her hard from

felt as if her wound were torn apart and couldn't help but whimper in

separated, and the next moment, she fell into

familiar feeling, a familiar smell. Without looking up,

after and asking questions non-stop. Everyone wanted to get first-hand information.