Yang Qi’an: “…”

Jiang Rao felt her heart thumping and looked at Rong Ting in surprise.

Did her wish [to make him treat her better] come true?

He is now clearly on her side.

Can she escape the ending of her dream?

Rong Ting glanced at Yang Qian'an with an extremely cold gaze, and then his sight slowly fell on Yang Xiuzhu.

There was a sharp look in his eyes again.

As if deliberately showing him, he fixed his eyes on Yang Xiuzhu, but raised his finger, hooked Jiang Rao's sleeve, and asked softly, "Shall we go?"

He quickly turned his eyes back to look at Jiang Rao, his eyelids drooped, all the sharpness in his eyes was put away, quiet, well-behaved, "I don't want to stay here anymore."

Walk, walk, walk.

So good.

Jiang Rao's eyes fell on Rong Ting's hand that was hooked around her sleeve.

The slender fingers are as white as jade, and the tiny scars are very heartbreaking.

He was so well behaved, just like the fluffy white puppy her grandfather had raised. When he wanted her to hold him, his paws would stick to him first.

She couldn't resist at all, so she pushed Rong Ting's wheelchair. She was immersed in the atmosphere of winning the competition, and was very happy. She curled her lips and said, "Let's go."

"You keep wearing the mask and never take it off. Are you too ugly to face people? An ugly person matches a disabled person, which is just right."

Yang Qian'an was furious and his eyes were red. He chased after Jiang Rao and reached out to pull off Jiang Rao's mask.

She wanted to see what this girl looked like, the one her brother had been obsessed with since he met her once.

Behind her, Yang Xiuzhu was already furious, "Yang Qian'an!"

Jiang Rao's mask had been grabbed and torn off by Yang Qian'an.

Her face was revealed.

Her face without makeup is only the size of a palm.

She has a cinnabar forehead, fair skin, black hair and red lips.

The outline of her face and her facial features were slightly illuminated by the bright light, making them vague and blurry, as if smudged with a paintbrush, sweet and innocent.

Yang Qian'an was stunned for a moment.

She just heard her elder brother praising Jiang Rao's talent in guessing riddles, and thought she was... just ordinary-looking.

No.

Her face turned embarrassed and she took a step back, but Jiang Rao grabbed her wrist.

"What were you talking about just now?" Jiang Rao asked sharply.

"Disabled?" She applied a little force with her fingers. "His leg injury will heal. He is not disabled."

When Jiang Rao was a child, she spoke later than others. When she started to speak, she spoke slowly, slower than others.

When he was four years old and entered the private school for enlightenment, he was often

The two sisters joined forces and laughed at her behind her back, saying that she was dumb and stuttering and that she was stupid.

When she was a child, she accidentally heard it and was so angry that she burst into tears. Even though her parents helped her teach her two sisters a lesson later, the anger and grievance brought to her by those vicious words were still fresh in her memory.

"Apologize." She said coldly.

Yang Qian'an suddenly came back to his senses, but his face darkened when he heard Jiang Rao's words.

Let her apologize to that cripple?

That cripple doesn't look like a nobleman at first glance, but rather like a servant.

This kind of person is not even worthy of talking to a rich girl like her, and now he wants an apology from her?

How is that possible?

She pursed her lips and said nothing, which made Jiang Rao's heart burn. She gritted her teeth and said again, "Apologize."

The corner of his clothes was pulled from behind.

"I'm fine." The man sitting in the wheelchair behind said softly.

The voice is gentle, the tone is neither angry nor annoyed, but very light.

Tolerance, patience, and open-mindedness are all included in it, but it also has a hint of fear of causing trouble, "Don't ruin the harmony because of me."

The more sensible he was, the angrier Jiang Rao became. She was so angry that her face turned into a dumpling. "I don't have any good relationship with her."

She will not take the initiative to commit crimes.

But if someone wants to bully her, no matter how light the slap is, she will slap it back even if it doesn't hurt.

"You are a talented girl with only a name, but you have to rely on your brother to guess the riddle of the lottery. You have no sympathy and your words hurt others. If you were born with two fewer legs than others, would you be willing to hear others call you disabled?"

Jiang Rao looked at Yang Qian coldly, "I will never socialize with a girl like this."

Yang Qian'an clenched his fists in shame and anger, who cares!

People gradually gathered around to watch.

"Doesn't Mr. Yang want to have a good relationship with this family from the capital? Why does his daughter always do bad things to him?"

"She's said to be a talented woman, but it turns out she can't even guess the winning number. What kind of talented woman is she? I didn't expect that. It's really embarrassing."

"She has a bad character. She only has an injured leg, so pitiful, but she calls her disabled. She has such a vicious mouth. Who would dare to marry a girl like this?"

"Really, I didn't expect her to be so vicious."

Yang Qian'an has always been spoiled and pampered by Master Yang, and has become a spoiled brat. Others always give her enough face for the sake of Master Yang.

After hearing so much flattery, she began to believe it and thought she was gifted and morally flawless.

In fact, it is just a small white flower in the greenhouse and cannot withstand the wind and rain outside.

Hearing the merciless condemnation from all around him, Yang Qian'an's face immediately froze and tears were about to fall.

She looked at Yang Xiuzhu pitifully, her eyes filled with tears.

Pray: "Brother..."

Help her talk...

Yang Xiuzhu's face was gloomy.

He planned everything, just to take advantage of the festival to meet Jiang Rao and get closer to her.

But because of his sister's trouble, things were completely messed up!

At this moment, he was fed up with this seemingly smart but actually stupid younger sister. He stood up with a furious look on his face and turned around to chase Jiang Rao who had left at some point.

Before leaving, he glanced back coldly and said, "I don't know where I went wrong. If you don't apologize, you will be confined for five days and you are not allowed to go out!"

He did this out of some pity for his silly sister.

Although his father doted on his sister, he cared more about his face. If what happened today were to reach his father's ears and he knew that Yang Qian'an had offended Jiang Rao, he would inevitably be severely punished.

But Yang Qian'an didn't understand her brother's good intentions. She felt hatred and grievance and cried out loud on the spot.

…

Yang Xiuzhu failed to catch up with Jiang Rao.

Jiang Rao pushed Rong Ting's wheelchair and walked out of Taoxi Road, gradually moving away from the commercial district and gradually approaching the west of the city.

Although she let out a sigh of relief, Jiang Rao felt a little annoyed when she thought about Rong Ting's attempt to keep things quiet. Her emotions got the better of her, and she even dared to scold him, "If you are bullied again in the future, don't say anything."

"Those who have to endure are those who have no one to protect them."

This is the truth that Jiang Rao's parents told her when she was a child and was bullied by her two older sisters from the second and third wives.

After saying this, she felt a pang of sadness.

Before, there was indeed no one to protect him.

A child with no one to protect him, whose teeth were broken, could only swallow the blood and endure it.

Poor thing.

She stopped her feet, walked around to the front of Rong Ting, squatted down and looked at him, and said seriously, "You don't have to endure it. Do you hear me?"

Rong Ting lowered his eyes.

He doesn't need anyone to help him. Even if his teeth are broken or his bones are injured, he will try his best to get up by himself.

He nodded.

The red demon mask was pushed against the top of his black hair, casting a shadow over his handsome face, making it impossible to see his facial expression.

The gentle nod of his head was like that of a well-behaved and obedient child, hiding his sharp and ferocious nature.

Jiang Rao was so angry today that she forgot what Rong Ting looked like in her dream.

A few years later, he was in power and would take back any hatred or resentment tenfold or a hundredfold, breaking bones, pulling tendons, and peeling off skin. He was bloodthirsty and cruel, and did not care about human life at all.

How could I really tolerate such a vindictive and moody person?

But at this moment, Jiang Rao felt sad when she recalled his well-behaved, sensible and peaceful "I'm fine".

He didn't do anything wrong, but he was unarmed and in a difficult situation, so he called cats and dogs to bully him.

She sent him back to the cottage in the west of the city, and she told him worriedly, "If someone bullies you in the future, don't endure it by yourself. Come find me, you must find me."

Rong Ting still nodded obediently, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, "Next time, when will you come to see me?"

It was the first time that Jiang Rao saw this kind of look on his face.

How to put it, her eyes were full of eagerness, just like the expression of her spoiled brother when he asked for candy.

But she is better behaved than her brother.

As if she was bewitched by his well-behaved appearance and pretty face, Jiang Rao dared to tease him and smiled slightly, "What if I don't come?"

With her long eyelashes drooping, Rong Ting's face was once again immersed in the shadow under the mask, "Then..."

He lowered his head with a somewhat lost expression, then raised it firmly. The light of the Kongming lantern flying high in the distance was reflected in his pupils, which looked sparkling. "I will go find you."

After Jiang Rao returned to Jiang Mansion, her heart was trembling.

So good, so good, so good!

How could a man who would become cruel and vicious in the future be so docile when he was young?

When he said he was going to find you, he looked so pitiful, just like a few months old puppy who was afraid of being abandoned.

I asked you to see it and just want to touch his head.

Her heart was broken into pieces and she lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.

…

As the night deepened, the lights in the business district stayed on until midnight, and gradually dimmed as the crowds dispersed.

But there was a Kongming lantern that slowly flew up from the west of the city and into the night sky.

The cool moonlight shone on Rong Ting's shoulders. He sat in a wheelchair in the yard, watching the Kongming lantern successfully fly into the sky, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, it succeeded.

His ten slender fingers illuminated by the moonlight were covered with fresh scars from being scratched by bamboo, especially on the fingertips of his left hand, which were mottled and mixed together.

In the yard, there were scattered several failed Kongming lanterns, paper paste, and bamboo split into long strips, as well as other things needed to make Kongming lanterns.

Rong Ting was in the mess, and a smile slowly rose on his face.

He only wrote one wish on the Kongming lantern.

He had heard her mother call her by her nickname, Niannian.

Another surname: Jiang.

At that time, on the Suzaku Bridge, she prayed for the safety of her parents, family and him, but forgot about herself.

The bright Kongming lantern rose up, and on the paper carried by the Kongming lantern to the starry night sky, the pen tip was sharp and hard like an iron hook, with only five words, "Jiang Niannian, peace."

He looked up, and the vast night sky and the stars were reflected in his deep pupils, which seemed exceptionally bright.