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Chapter 75 Brother-in-law, do you still remember me?
Chen Mo was kicked forward and fell to the ground, the knife in his hand flying out with a clang.

Several railway police officers arrived promptly, rushed forward, and pinned the struggling and screaming Chen Mo to the ground. The cold handcuffs snapped shut on his wrists.

"Let me go! Liang Yi! An Min! You'll all die a horrible death! I'll haunt you even as a ghost! I still have brothers out there! You just wait!"

Chen Mo was pinned to the ground, his face pressed against the cold, dirty floor, and he continued to hysterically curse and threaten.

Liang Yi didn't even glance at him, as if he were just a pile of garbage in need of being cleaned up.

He turned around abruptly, took a few steps to An Min who was still sitting on the ground, his tall figure looming over her, trembling with urgency and lingering fear.

"Minmin, how are you? Where are you hurt?"

He crouched down, his voice unusually tense, his hands wanting to touch her but afraid of hurting her.

His eyes darted frantically over her body, checking every possible injury.

Seeing her disheveled hair, pale face, and dusty clothes, Liang Yi felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife.

His earlier rage instantly transformed into boundless fear and heartache.

An Min looked up at him, her body trembling slightly from the feeling of surviving a disaster.

She forced a reassuring smile, though her voice was still a little unsteady: "I'm fine, I just fell and it hurts a bit, but nothing serious."

She pointed to her shoulders and knees.

Liang Yi's gaze fell on the spot she pointed to, and upon seeing the friction marks on the clothes, his eyes instantly turned incredibly sinister.

He turned around abruptly and looked at Chen Mo, who was being dragged up by the police. The cold killing intent in his eyes made the police officers escorting him shudder.

"Keep an eye on him."

Liang Yi's voice was terrifyingly low, carrying an unquestionable command: "His matter is not over."

After saying that, he didn't look at Chen Mo again, as if looking at him for even a moment would taint his eyes.

He carefully reached out to help An Min up, his movements gentler than ever before: "Can you get up? We need to go to the hospital for a checkup right away!"

Anmin stood up with his help, her legs still a little weak, but she was more still shaken.

Looking at Liang Yi's taut jawline and the lingering shock, anger, and fear in his eyes, she felt a sense of reassurance welling up inside her.

She gently shook her head and whispered, "No need to go to the hospital, it's really just a sore spot. When he pushed me, I deliberately rolled away to reduce the force..."

Upon hearing this, Liang Yi looked at her intently.

In that life-or-death critical moment, she was still able to think so calmly and protect herself in the most effective way, minimizing the harm to the greatest extent.

This quick wit and resilience far exceeded his expectations.

He could no longer restrain himself and pulled Anmin into his arms tightly, with such force that it was as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones.

His chin rested on the top of her head, his body trembling slightly from lingering fear, his deep voice carrying a barely perceptible sob.

"This is the first time in my life I've felt a sense of lingering fear."

Even on the battlefield, in life-or-death situations, Liang Yi never felt afraid of anything.

But when he saw Anmin fall, he realized for the first time what a weakness was.

He feared that in the blink of an eye, they would be separated by life and death.

Anmin leaned against his strong, warm embrace, the familiar scent of his body filling her nostrils. Her tense nerves finally relaxed, and a wave of exhaustion and lingering fear washed over her.

She closed her eyes, softly hummed in agreement, and felt warm liquid dripping into her hair.

Sirens wailed on the platform, and the chaos gradually subsided.

As Chen Mo was being taken away, he continued to roar and curse in resentment, but his voice was quickly drowned out.

Liang Yi embraced An Min as if guarding a lost and found treasure, shielding her from all the noise and malice.

On the cold platform, only their figures embracing each other, carrying the warmth of surviving a disaster.

The terrifying experience at the train station felt like a nightmare, now left behind.

With An Min in tow, Liang Yi finally arrived at their destination, Baiyanggou, located in the heart of Northwest China.

The sky here is a vast expanse of blue, and the land is an endless expanse of yellow. The wind whips against your face, carrying the rough feel of sand and gravel.

The so-called "settlement" consisted of nothing more than a few low mud-brick houses, with yellowed newspapers pasted on the windows and hard straw mats laid on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Compared to the refined and comfortable life Anmin once lived, everything here exudes a primitive, rough, and arduous atmosphere.

"I've wronged you."

Liang Yi watched as An Min surveyed the simple house, her eyes filled with apology and barely perceptible weariness.

His aura faded considerably here; he was no longer the powerful figure he once was, but simply an ordinary cadre who needed to integrate into the environment and lead everyone in production.

An Min suppressed her discomfort, shook her head, and rolled up her sleeves: "There's nothing to feel wronged about. Since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it. I'll just tidy up a bit."

Her inherent resilience was brought to the fore.

The environment may be harsh, but life is what people make of it.

However, the actual difficulties are far greater than imagined.

Anmin suffered from vomiting and diarrhea for several days due to the change in environment, and was so weak that she could barely get out of bed.

Liang Yi was extremely busy, dealing with the production team's complicated affairs and taking care of the sick An Min. He visibly lost weight, and the dark circles under his eyes never went away.

Even though Anmin told him not to take care of him, Liang Yi was still worried.

Fortunately, there were medicines in the space, which was very helpful for Baiyanggou, which lacked housing at the time.

The things in that space could be lifesavers.

However, water is scarce here, and the water brought back every day is extremely turbid, requiring half a day to settle before it can be used with difficulty.

Anmin is very clean, so she can only wipe her body with a damp towel.

The food was simple and rough; the sorghum buns were so hard they hurt your teeth, and the occasional green vegetables were wilted and lacked any oil.

The two decided not to beg for food from the cafeteria anymore and used the supplies in their spatial storage with Liang Yi.

People need food to survive; if Liang Yi doesn't eat well, he won't be able to handle it.

Liang Yi was under tremendous pressure outside, working on production and construction, and when he came back, he would fall asleep as soon as he got home.

An Min felt sorry for him, but there was nothing she could do to help. All she could do was take good care of herself so that Liang Yi wouldn't have any worries.

That day, Liang Yi needed to go to the county town for a meeting and also wanted to buy some necessities.

Anmin escorted him to the simple bus station at the entrance of the village.

It's basically just a place by the main road where you can wait for a passing bus.

The wind was so strong that it made it impossible to open one's eyes.

Liang Yi wrapped An Min up tightly and whispered, "It's windy, go back quickly. I'll try to come back as soon as possible and bring you some good food."

His eyes held an unyielding tenderness.

An Min smiled and nodded: "I know, you're so nagging. Be careful on the road."

Just then, a dilapidated long-distance bus, kicking up clouds of yellow dust, pulled up to the side of the road.

The car door opened, and several passengers, looking travel-worn, stepped off.

Anmin was adjusting her scarf when she suddenly felt an extremely sharp gaze, filled with intense scrutiny, fall upon her.

She subconsciously looked up.

At the back of the bus, a young woman was standing.

She was about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, wearing a slightly worn but very clean blue cotton-padded jacket, and had two long, shiny black braids.

Her face was small and delicate, and one could vaguely see a hint of refinement in her eyes and brows.

But at this moment, those eyes were like ice-cold knives, fixedly on Liang Yi and An Min, who was standing right next to him.

"Brother-in-law, do you still remember me?"

(End of this chapter)