"We won."

"You little chick, you can win? And I heard it was one against two." Wen Yiquan's expression was slightly surprised, but when he saw that his son didn't have any obvious injuries, he was much relieved. "You did a good job in this matter."

Although he maintained a calm demeanor on the surface, the old man was actually extremely flustered when he arrived.

I was at the company doing fine when suddenly I got a call in my office. The caller said my son had gotten into a fight with two thugs and I needed to come pick him up.

On the way, Wen Yiquan was so nervous that all his nerves were on edge, fearing that something might happen to his son.

She even thought that if Wen Mo were to suffer any serious injury, she would absolutely not let those two thugs get away with it, and she couldn't suppress the ferocity in her eyes.

It wasn't until they arrived at the police station that they realized their son was a hero, having fought two people to protect his sister and was mostly unharmed.

"The sun must have risen in the west today, it's rare to hear you praise me like this."

Ignoring his son's sarcastic remarks, Wen Yiquan snorted and casually asked, "Are you hurt?"

"No, I only got punched a few times in the stomach and back."

As Wen Mo spoke, he felt a slight ache in his back. Those two bastards really dared to hit him hard; it would be a lie to say it didn't hurt when their fists landed on him.

But thankfully, I still won.

"Tell me how you won."

Wen Yiquan walked ahead and turned back to signal Wen Mo to follow.

"Just fight them like that, throw dust in their eyes, kick them in the groin, and if all else fails, I'll bite them. That way, I'll take them all down." Wen Mo gestured with his hands.

"What kind of underhanded tricks are these?"

"Never mind if it's underhanded or not, if it wins, it's a good move." Wen Mo said calmly. Actually, he still had a trick up his sleeve: stepping on the toes and poking the eyes. Unfortunately, before he could use it, those two good-for-nothings were already down.

He had heard people say before that fighting wasn't about who was stronger, but about who was more ruthless. It was a pity he hadn't picked up anything handy earlier, otherwise he really wanted to grab a stick and show those two bastards what it meant to be as ruthless as a dragon.

"Where is Xiao Lian?" Wen Mo looked around.

"Wait by the gate. I saw her when I came in. She came out much earlier than you."

Does my mom know about this?

"I just asked, and they only called me." Wen Yiquan's phone was also silent. If Su Juan knew about this, she would probably be calling him non-stop. Obviously, she doesn't know at the moment.

"Then don't tell her, otherwise my mom will definitely be worried sick again."

"OK."

The area near the gate was somewhat dim, with the overhead light not very bright. Under the dim light, stood a girl with gloomy eyes.

Seemingly hearing footsteps, Xia Lian turned her head and met Wen Mo's tired eyes.

Wen Mo waved his hand, forcing a smile as if nothing was wrong.

"Xiao Lian, I..."

Before Wen Mo could finish speaking, the girl rushed in front of him, and the next second, a soft, fragrant body threw herself into Wen Mo's arms, and he instinctively caught Xia Lian.

Just like always.

However, the girl in his arms was not as calm as before. Instead, there was a hint of fear and unease in her eyes. She held the boy in front of her very tightly and could not let go for a long time.

She didn't understand love and romance; all the girl knew was that the emotion and unease she felt when Wen Mo rushed to fight for her was no lie.

I'm even afraid that I'll lose someone important to me again because of my own actions.

This time, Xia Lian hugged him for a very long time, burying her head in his chest. Until just now, her nose only felt a little sore, but when she saw Wen Mo's face, all her emotions and feelings turned into tears that welled up in her eyes.

After a long while, Xia Lian slowly raised her head. Her reddened eyes and tear-stained nose made her look pitiful, her face a mess of tears and snot.

Will you die?

Wen Mo listened to the girl's choked sobs and was momentarily speechless.

"Um?"

Before he could answer, Xia Lian's face twitched with tears, and she continued in a trembling voice, "Please don't die...?"

"I can do anything... I won't cause Wenmo any trouble..."

"Don't leave me... please...?"

This was the first time Wen Mo had ever seen Xia Lian cry so heartbrokenly, as if he himself were about to die.

Her expression remained the same, except for the addition of two lines of clear tears, yet one could sense an extraordinary sorrow in her heart.

The pain in my back was dull and persistent, but it paled in comparison to the quiet unease I felt at that moment.

Xia Lian's eyes were filled with pain and helplessness; the spirit that had gradually recovered over the past few days vanished completely at this moment.

Like a mirror that was slowly stitched together, only to crack open again, Wenmo's heart shattered along with the mirror.

He knew that Xia Lian was under tremendous pressure, just as Wen Mo felt a pang of heartache, as if a boulder was pressing down on him, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Perhaps moved by the girl's tears, he, who had initially thought that a fight was no big deal, found his voice trembling slightly.

"Why are you crying? Please don't cry. It makes me so sad when you cry..."

"I'm perfectly fine, look, I don't have a single injury, so don't cry..."

Wen Mo's voice held a hint of heartache as he reached out and gently wiped away Xia Lian's tears with his sleeve.

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