Someone walking suddenly collapsed and fell on the road, the people next to her backed away in fear and immediately ran away.
Paige was about to walk forward when a pair of two girls in middle school uniforms, ran past her.
One was going to help, one pulled her tightly, “What are you doing, aren’t you afraid he’s a ghetto virus?”
“Can’t be, how could it develop so fast.”
“Not allowed to go, go, let’s go home quickly, go back and you’ll tear up those photos and newspapers of yours, you said you worship who is not good, worship Paige, she is a fool!”
The two girls tugged and pulled away from Paige.
Paige’s eyes retracted from them and walked towards the fallen man.
The people around her saw her go over and were scared as they dodged farther and farther away, waving at her as they did so, “Miss, hurry up and go, the person who’s suddenly on the ground right now might have the ghetto virus.”
“…”
Paige sat down on her knees and rolled the sprawled man over, a middle aged man with a deathly pale face, lying there motionless.
She felt up the man’s pulse, judged it, then unzipped the jacket he was wearing and began to give him chest compressions.
One after another.
The man suddenly opened his eyes, froze for a few seconds, sat up from the floor with a loud gasp, realized what had happened when he saw Paige, and was so grateful that he folded his arms at her, “Thank you, Miss, thank you.”
Paige then noticed that he was holding a thick stack of paper in his other hand.
The contents of the paper were familiar to her.
Her picture, a big cross, and the phrase A Country Sinner.
Seeing her look over, the middle-aged man gasped, “I was just about to go to a meeting, we’re organizing a march tomorrow to boycott the slums, if it wasn’t for them leaving the island, this day wouldn’t have turned out like this, miss, do you want to join?”
Said the middle-aged man, handing her a piece of paper.
Paige sat on her knees and looked at her face on it, the mask hiding her expression.
“Do you really think that all of this is her fault?” She asked lightly.
“Of course, this virus is a ghetto virus right, then it’s her fault, she doesn’t do anything about equality, nothing happens, she’s the one to blame for turning country A upside down for three thousand people!” The middle-aged man sat on the ground with a righteous face.
“But rebuilding the slums is not just a matter of giving three thousand people a new lease on life, there’s also the fact that they can be passed down normally from one generation to the next in a good environment, as well as reversing the wrongs of history, there’s nothing inherently wrong with that, is there?”
Paige lifted her eyes to his with extraordinarily sincerity.
The middle-aged man looked at her with some consternation, and saw that her exposed eyes were especially beautiful, only so bloodshot that it was heartbreaking.
Seeing that he didn’t answer, Paige asked again seriously, “Isn’t it?”
The middle-aged man came back to his senses and let out a cry, “Miss, that’s not the way to put it, if she doesn’t have that much ability, don’t take on such a big job! If you can’t do it, don’t do it, no one asked her! Now that it’s come to this, it’s all over with the statement that the incident itself is not at fault? Then what have we become?”
“…”
“What have we done wrong? It’s said that capitalism sucks blood, but they wouldn’t dare to do what she did, to make things worse on a large scale and kill people… Look at the street, what a mess it’s become.”
“…”
Paige squeezed the paper in her hand.
“Would you say that’s the case, young lady?” The middle-aged man asked her.
“Yes, she’s wrong.”
Convinced, Paige nodded calmly, “She shouldn’t have thought she could do it in the first place, she was too full of herself.”
She got up from the floor and turned to leave.
“Miss, would you like to join us for the parade tomorrow?”
The middle-aged man sat on the ground, staring at her back in dismay.
Paige took a step towards the statue in the center and looked at the large wings of the angel on it.
The skyscrapers around her spun at high speed, all the lights blurring into one.
Suddenly.
Everything shattered into a million pieces and fell down, even the lights became fragmented.
As did her beliefs that were crumbling and falling at the moment.
Paige watched woodenly, her brain dizzy from the impact, and a wave of revulsion washed over her.
Her feet gave out and she fell to the front steps of the statue.
Everything around her swirled to a stop, and heaven and earth tipped over.
A headlight snapped on and hit her.
Paige was impassive.
Enrico arrived to see just such a scene, and he stepped out of his car, peering forward in panic.
In the cool breeze, passersby hurried away, traveling farther and farther away, not daring to delay a second.
Paige was the only one sitting quietly, mesmerized by her windblown hair.
The statue of an angel spreads its wings behind her, but the wings disappear into the darkness, as if they were broken.
She was as thin as a piece of paper, and the wind blew her away.
“…”
Enrico’s gaze sank, and he ran towards her without thinking.
Jaden, with his men, got out of the car behind him, looked over, and instructed his men, “You guys watch the perimeter.”
The situation was tense now, and it was inevitable that they would run into some irrational people if they were recognized.
“Yes.” The henchmen responded collectively.
Enrico rushed to Paige, who was still sitting in silence, her eyes wooden and unfocused as if she hadn’t even noticed his presence.
He crouched down in front of her and raised his hand, his long fingers gently ruffling the hair from her face and removing the mask from her face.
Her face was like a puppet with no expression at all, except for a splash of blood color brimming open on her lips, like the most colorful rosebuds.
Enrico stiffened and looked down, only to see an additional patch of blood on the mask he had removed.
He looked down as his heart felt like it had been struck hard.
Crumpling the mask into a ball and stuffing it into his pocket, Enrico lifted a pair of eyes to gaze deeply at her, his fingers gently wiping away the blood on her lips, his thin lips curving into a doting arc, “Paige, what’s wrong?”
A voice soft to the bone.
“…”
Paige’s long eyelashes trembled before she realized his presence.
She lifted her eyes and saw Enrico’s face, crouched there, dipped in the night air, the light slanting over to illuminate his eyes with particular tenderness.
She gazed into his eyes and moved her lips slowly, “Enrico, I’m so hard.”
She whispered softly.
“Is it? Then I’ll take you home.” Enrico said with a smile, wiping a little of the blood off her lips.
“I was wrong.” Paige sat on the steps and looked at him, one word soft and muffled, “I was wrong from the start, all wrong.”
“You were right, they’re the ones who don’t understand how much you love Wind Island, love A.” He brushed her lips over and over again, speaking softly.
Her face was cold, icy against his palm.
“But I was just wrong.”
Originally not admitting it, she admitted it now.
It was true that she wasn’t capable of taking care of everything, and those who weren’t capable shouldn’t have been pursued in the first place.
“My Enrico’s women are never wrong.” He was still smiling, indulgently.