Quick Wear: Love still depends on two love brains

Su Wan nodded hurriedly, her knees still weak as she got up from the ground.

She felt for the cell phone in her pocket, her fingertips shaking so much that she could hardly dial the number. After finally dialing the police number, she gave the address incoherently, and when she hung up the phone she realized her palms were covered in cold sweat.

Jiang Ya was still huddled in the corner, her expensive dress torn to shreds, her hair disheveled and stuck to her tear-stained face.

She watched Quan Jiuxi's back as he turned and walked towards the alley entrance, his long hair drawing a cold arc in the night wind, and suddenly she shivered for no reason.

The hands that had just beaten up the three strong men with steady, accurate and ruthless hands were now slowly adjusting the cuffs of his shirt, as if he was just brushing off a few grains of dust.

"You..." Jiang Ya wanted to say something, but found her throat was dry and painful.

Should I say thank you, or continue to be on guard?

The contradictions in this woman made her scalp tingle - one second she was a ferocious beast that could crush bones with her bare hands, and the next second she turned back into that cold and aloof look. Even the angle at which the moonlight fell on her profile seemed carefully designed.

Less than ten minutes later, the sound of sirens pierced the night sky from far away.

The incandescent lights in the police station were so bright that they blinded everyone, revealing every emotion on their face.

The air was filled with a strange smell mixed with disinfectant and tobacco. The water dispenser in the corner made a bubbling sound from time to time, which seemed particularly abrupt in this overly quiet space.

Quan Jiuxi sat on the metal bench in the corner, his back straight like an unsheathed sword.

She was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves deliberately rolled up to her forearms, revealing smooth and delicate skin, except for a few dark red bloodstains on her wrists - where she accidentally rubbed them when she beat someone up just now.

She lowered her eyes slightly, and her long and thick eyelashes cast a small shadow under her eyes, covering the coldness in her eyes, leaving only the clean and neat lines of her face, a high nose bridge, and clear lip lines.

It was clearly an extremely beautiful face, but it had no expression at all, like a carefully polished ice sculpture, exuding a cold air that kept strangers away.

"Children, drink some hot water to warm yourself up." A female police officer in a navy blue uniform came over with three cups of hot water. She was about forty years old, with fine lines at the corners of her eyes, but a gentle smile.

She gently placed the cup on the plastic table in front of the three people, and the bottom of the cup made a slight sound when it hit the table. "Don't be afraid, the person has been caught, and we have the police here."

Jiang Ya's fingers suddenly clenched the water glass, and several white fingerprints immediately appeared on the transparent glass wall.

The Chanel dress she wore today was torn to pieces, with mud spots on the hem. Her carefully styled curly hair was messily stuck to her cheeks, and most of her usually exquisite makeup was gone, revealing the pale skin underneath.

Hearing the police's words, she looked up suddenly like a cat whose tail was stepped on, with tears of fear in her eyes: "They... are really not dead?"

The policewoman laughed at her reaction and said in a more relaxed tone: "Don't worry, it's just superficial injuries, just... well, a few broken ribs, just lie down for a month or so and it will be fine."

"Huh——" Jiang Ya let out a long sigh of relief, and her shoulders instantly slumped like a deflated ball.

She stared silently at the hot water swaying in the cup, her disheveled reflection reflected on the water surface. After a long while, she suddenly stood up and turned to Su Wan with a somewhat stiff movement.

Su Wan sat not far from her, holding the coat that Quan Jiuxi had given her in her arms, her fingers unconsciously twisting the corners of the coat.

Her collar was torn, revealing the simple vest underneath. There were still traces of tears on her face, and her eyelashes were wet and stuck together, making her look particularly fragile.

Hearing Jiang Ya's movement, she raised her head, and Jiang Ya's figure was reflected in her clear eyes.

"I'm... I'm sorry." Jiang Ya's voice was as low as a mosquito's hum, her cheeks flushed red, and she avoided looking at Su Wan. "I brought those people... I just wanted to scare you..."

Su Wan was stunned, then shook her head slightly.

She was not a fool, and she had guessed about 70% of the truth from the conversations of those people in the alley, but she did not expect Jiang Ya to admit it herself.

Her heart was filled with mixed emotions. To be honest, she hated Jiang Ya because she had indeed stood in front of her and yelled at those thugs.

Even if I say forgiveness, I can't swallow this anger.

Finally, she just whispered, "Let the police handle it."

Her voice was soft, yet carried an unmistakable sense of distance.

Jiang Ya's face instantly turned redder, as if she had been slapped. She opened her mouth to say something, but ultimately sat back down in disappointment.

Su Wan's gaze passed Jiang Ya and fell on Quan Jiuxi.

This girl who suddenly appeared had an indescribable temperament. Although she was wearing the most ordinary clothes, she was like a pearl covered in dust, which always made people notice her unconsciously.

Especially just now in the alley, when she took off her glasses, her eyes were shockingly bright, filled with terrifying murderous intent, yet so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off them.

"Um...thank you." Su Wan hesitated and spoke in a voice as thin as a mosquito. "My name is Su Wan. Are you also from Kyoto University?"

Quan Jiuxi then slowly raised her eyes. Her pupils were a very deep black, like obsidian immersed in water. She nodded and said softly, "Yes, Quan Jiuxi."

Su Wan saw that she obviously didn't want to talk any more, and felt a little disappointed. She had no choice but to shut her mouth in disappointment and continue twisting the corner of her clothes.