Your Love Is My Weapon novel Chapter 297

She was also frightened by Jasper.

After all, he had joined the fights for real.

Otherwise, how could he be so agile?

Jasper's eyes were red, and the wound on his shoulder kept bleeding out. Blood flowed down his arm, "Put down the gun. There's still a chance for you to leave now."

Harriet kept taking steps back. After all, she was a woman, and she would be fragile. Seeing how cruel Jasper was, she was frightened.

Without hesitation, she threw down her gun and ran out.

The moment Harriet ran out, Jasper's body collapsed and he moved slowly towards Arya to untie the rope on her hand. Arya's lips trembled and her voice became hoarse, "How do you feel? Are you all right?"

Jasper shook his head and said in a weak voice, "I'm fine..."

His wound was bleeding so much. How could he be fine? Tears welled up in her eyes unconsciously.

Jasper struggled to untie the rope around her, "Don't cry... I'm fine."

Her hands were set free, and she held Jasper. "I'll help you to the hospital."

They walked out of the cabin. Jasper heard something behind them. When he turned around, he saw the man whose thigh he had cut, The man picked up the gun and pointed it at Arya.

Time was like a straight line, with no starting point and no end.

Jasper pulled Arya into his arms with all his might. The feeling of holding her was as good as before. How much he wanted to hold her forever and never let her go for the rest of his life...

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Jasper thought that if time could be reversed, he must hide her, preventing her from getting in contact with any other men.

Unfortunately, there was no medicine for regret.

He remembered that she was always wearing a blue striped hospital gown, with a thin figure and pale cheeks. She stood at the window in despair and helplessness, reaching out her hand to catch the rain. She watched the water flowing from her fingers so attentively, and she gradually turned from weak to strong.

Jasper often wondered what was on her mind at that time, and what made her strong.

There were a lot of questions that he wanted to ask her, but he hadn't asked any of them.

"Jasper!"

It seemed that he couldn't continue to love her anymore... Jasper fell down.

Arya fell down with him as well. She reached out and patted his face, "Jasper, wake up and look at me!" She cried hysterically.

Tears streamed down her face.

Arya sobbed and covered his bleeding wound in a panic, "Hold on... Hold on a little longer."

Jasper opened his eyes with difficulty and looked at her tearful, sorrowful, and familiar face. He reached out to wipe the tears off her face, "Don't cry..."

Arya covered the back of his hand with her hand and pressed his palm against her face, "OK, I won't cry..."

She got up from Jasper's arms and frantically searched for her phone. Finally, her eyes were fixed on the man covered in blood. The man fainted in pain, and he had fired the gun with his last strength.

Arya searched his body recklessly and finally found the phone in his pocket. Her fingers kept shaking and she pressed the phone several times before dialing it out.

She returned to Jasper and held his hand, "Stay with me..."

Jasper wanted to open his eyes wide to see what she looked like, but his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier. "I always thought that in the... initial place, there would be an original me, and an original you... I'm still me. But You're not you anymore. It's not because you've changed. It's because I wasn't the one who companied you from the beginning. After all, I was a step later... to meet you."

"Don't speak anymore, don't..." Arya's eyelids were so heavy that she could hardly lift them. Tears were hanging from her long eyelashes and they fell down slowly. Her eyes were blurred and she could see a dying face through the faint water vapor.

Jasper wanted to raise his hand, but he couldn't exert any strength. Arya grabbed his hand and held it tightly.

"You... Have you ever been angry with me..."

"No, no..."

Jasper looked at her obsessively. His eyelids were getting heavier, so heavy that he couldn't lift them up. He almost couldn't see her clearly.

"I wish you could..."