Chapter 121 Princess Carrying Princess

Looks like it wasn't a dream. Jiang Luo thought disappointedly.

Feeling dizzy, the few steps from the road sign to the passenger seat felt like walking on cotton; the ground was incredibly soft.

Before setting off, He Ziyan looked at Jiang Luo, whose eyes were vacant, picked up the prepared vitamin water, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to her.

The bottle was round and plump, like a lotus root. Jiang Luo stared at it, momentarily stunned, and hesitated for a few seconds before taking it, whispering, "Thank you."

It's fine when I don't speak, but as soon as I open my mouth, I feel an urge to cry.

His voice was terribly hoarse, as if he had caught a severe cold during their brief separation.

"Luo Luo." Her heart seemed to clench, and He Ziyan's expression darkened as she asked, "Do you want to go home now?"

Jiang Luo shook her head.

Shi Yan was at her house; she didn't want anyone else to worry about her.

Like a snail, wounded, it only wants to quietly burrow back into its shell.

Taking a sip of water, the sweetness sliding down her throat, Jiang Luo muttered, "I don't know where I want to go."

It felt as if Jiang Luo's heart had been ripped open with a knife; every word she spoke transformed into a sharp hook, piercing He Ziyan's heart.

He rationally knew that Jiang Luo's sadness did not stem from him, but he was powerless to stop the pain that arose from Jiang Luo's sadness.

Of all the girls he knew from childhood to adulthood, he had only ever seen Xu Lu cry.

Xu Lu would always be wailing loudly, causing the earthquake to shake. Whenever that happened, he would quietly walk away and then call Zheng Man to handle it.

He didn't understand before that seeing the girl he liked cry was more painful than failing his own experiment.

"Luo Luo, put on your seatbelt," He Ziyan reminded her.

Jiang Luo raised her hand and pulled, but her grip gave way and the seatbelt slipped. Only a small section of the seatbelt was pulled out before it bounced back.

With a clattering sound from the metal impact, Jiang Luo's tears fell inexplicably.

Caught off guard.

Like a sudden summer storm.

Tears streamed down her face, one after another, falling onto Jiang Luo's floral dress and wetting the petals.

He Ziyan frowned, reaching out his hand, but unsure where to place it.

Without asking any further questions, I simply felt her grief in silence.

He looked at her with heartache for a while, then turned to the side, leaned closer, silently pulled on the seatbelt, fastened it for Jiang Luo, and put a few more tissues in her hand.

Jiang Luo didn't look at him or thank him; she just kept her head down, looking like a wilted eggplant.

Low sobs continued inside the car.

Holding the steering wheel, He Ziyan stepped on the gas.

The elevated highway encircles the city, with vehicles traveling along its arc towards the distant horizon.

He Ziyan's garage.

Jiang Luo only cried for about ten minutes. For the rest of the car ride, she just stared blankly out the window, like a puppet that had been casually placed aside.

Since she didn't say anything, He Ziyan didn't ask.

Before today, all He Ziyan had ever seen was Jiang Luo's energetic side, whether she was happy or angry, she was full of strength.

But right now, she has completely lost her strength, like an ancient well that has been drained dry.

After looking at her worriedly for a while, He Ziyan asked, "Luo Luo, have you had lunch?"

Three seconds later, Jiang Luo shook her head.

He Ziyan sighed. He knew it.

After getting out of the car, he opened the passenger door and unbuckled Jiang Luo's seatbelt.

Jiang Luo didn't move, letting him do it.

The next moment, He Ziyan picked her up.

She finally reacted, her voice still trembling with sobs, "Ziyan..."

He Ziyan asked softly, "Hmm?"

What are you doing?

“I’m carrying her in a princess carry,” He Ziyan continued, looking at her. “Carrying a princess.”

Immersed in the title of "princess," Jiang Luo's eyebrows softened. "I can walk by myself." She covered her face shyly, her face still damp, the moisture clinging to her palms.

She felt like a useless piece of trash.

“Luo Luo is hungry and can’t walk anymore,” He Ziyan teased her.

"How could I not be able to walk?" she retorted in a sweet voice.

Even so, she did not struggle and let He Ziyan hold her.

Nestled in He Ziyan's arms, Jiang Luo felt her sadness gradually dissipating.

Even though she was crying so hard her nose was stuffy, she could still miraculously smell the fragrance on He Ziyan's clothes—the familiar scent of sea salt.

She turned to the side and buried her face in He Ziyan's arms, absorbing the comforting warmth.

Seeing this, He Ziyan couldn't help but smile again.

Strangely, no matter what Luo Luo does, he finds it all adorable.

"Smack."

He Ziyan closed the car door with his elbow, then carried Jiang Luo forward as if he were carrying a newly found kitten.

If he could, he would hold her like this forever.

As the elevator reached the first floor, a little child walked in, his round little eyes fixed on He Ziyan's arms.

Hearing the noise, Jiang Luo hugged He Ziyan tightly, not daring to make a sound.

At this moment, she wasn't concerned about the identity of "Jiang Luo," but only about the shame of being held in his arms.

As the elevator went up, the little boy kept watching. Finally, when the elevator reached the third floor, he asked, "Brother, what's wrong with this sister?"

The person in his arms stiffened, pretending not to hear.

Surprisingly... he's still a child.

Ah... even more embarrassing.

He Ziyan: "This older sister is hungry... hiss..."

Someone pinched me.

He Ziyan pursed his lips and spoke again: "This older sister is asleep."

“But I saw her pinch you,” the child said seriously.

Different altitudes offer different views.

From a child's perspective, it's just enough to see Jiang Luo's little actions.

He Ziyan lowered his eyes, his expression unchanged: "You've mistaken me."

Jiang Luo: ...

"bite."

The elevator goes to the 6th floor, and the children get off first.

Before exiting the elevator, he turned around to face the inside of the elevator and said sincerely, "Brother, Mom said we can't lie, because lying will make us grow long noses."

"Pfft." Jiang Luo couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The elevator doors closed and continued upwards.

Glancing at the person in his arms, He Ziyan asked, "Luo Luo, has your nose grown longer?"

Jiang Luo said in a muffled voice, "I'm not lying, my nose won't grow longer."

Seeing that she could respond, indicating that her mood had improved, He Ziyan felt much relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

Jiang Luo raised her face and asked softly, "Ziyan, are you tired?"

“You are very light,” He Ziyan said frankly.

"I'm not light! I weigh almost 100 pounds!"

Standing at 1.74 meters tall and weighing less than 100 pounds, He Ziyan frowned: "Luo Luo, you're too thin."

Too lazy to argue with him, Jiang Luo said again, "I want to walk by myself."

"Um."

He agreed, but didn't move.

Jiang Luo reiterated: "I want to go on my own."

"Um."

Still nothing.

Jiang Luo: This is the first time I've seen such blatant double-dealing.

The elevator doors opened on the seventeenth floor.

He Ziyan carried Jiang Luo out.

Upon reaching the door, he put Jiang Luo down.

"I told you I could walk by myself." As soon as she landed, Jiang Luo muttered to herself.

He Ziyan just smiled, opened the door, walked in front, and gestured for him to enter from the entrance.

Stepping inside, Jiang Luo froze the moment her gaze fell upon the living room.

The decoration of this house is almost identical to that of the one where I met Fu Jing.

"You're really loyal," Jiang Luo retorted.

"yes."

Turning her head, Jiang Luo saw those smug eyes looking at her, and she immediately realized that He Ziyan had misunderstood.