No matter how Liang'er called, Qing'er didn't respond at all, like a lifeless piece of wood.

Liang'er stretched out her hand to hug him, but this action seemed to touch the string in Qing'er's mind that was so taut that it was about to break.

He hugged himself with his arms, curled up desperately, and formed a self-protective posture. He kept shaking his head and yelled in fear: "Go away, all of you go away, don't touch me, don't..."

Liang'er was pushed away by him and collapsed on the ground.

"Brother Qing, Brother Qing..." Whenever Liang'er tried to move forward, Qing'er would react violently.

"Okay, I won't touch you, I won't touch you." Liang'er had no choice but to step back.

Yes, after suffering such humiliation, how could Brother Qing be unharmed?

What should he do? How should he help Brother Qing?

Liang'er was so angry that he wished he could find Qing'er as soon as possible.

Seeing Qing'er's current state, he wished he could bear this pain and torture.

Brother Qing had always been protecting him, but he was too useless and couldn't help with anything.

Liang'er burst into tears, and suddenly his eyes fell on Zhao Chuchu who was standing beside him.

"Boss Zhao, you, you help Brother Qing, maybe, maybe you can."

Maybe Zhao Chuchu can, Brother Qing likes her so much.

Zhao Chuchu's gaze fell on Qing'er who was unconscious.

This was the first time she saw Qing'er in person. Her original impression of Qing'er came from the original owner's memory.

In the original owner's memory, although Qing'er was born into a dusty family, he always loved cleanliness and liked to take care of himself. But now his clothes were disheveled, his hair was messy, not to mention what kind of traces were under his clothes.

In the original owner's mind, Qing'er was like a beautiful fairy walking out of a painting. Her personality and demeanor formed a sharp contrast with his charming and beautiful appearance.

He is elegant, loves poetry and books, lives alone, is a handsome young man, and is spotless.

But now, he curled up in the corner, shivering like a frightened hedgehog.

For a moment, Zhao Chuchu felt a pain in her heart, as if the original owner was still there.

At this time, in Prince Ancheng's Palace far away in the capital.

"Qing'er, Qing'er..." Qin Zichu suddenly woke up from his sleep, sat up, his eyes full of fear and horror.

"Qing'er, Qing'er..." She covered her face with her hands and murmured, her heart aching and she felt very uncomfortable.

How could she, how could she have such a nightmare.

Nothing will happen to Qing'er, absolutely not.

"Prince, what's wrong with you?" The maid heard the voice and hurried in.

Qin Zichu frowned and sat on the bed, covering his chest, enduring the pain, and waved his hand to let the maid go.

She didn’t know if those people had found Qing’er, but she wanted to find her and bring Qing’er back to her.

…

Zhao Chuchu glanced at Zhang Xiuyuan, and after the latter nodded, she walked towards Qing'er and squatted in front of him.

She wanted to reach out her hand, but after thinking about it, she retracted it and spoke softly, afraid of scaring him: "Qing'er, can you hear me? I am Zhao Chuchu, do you still recognize me?"

Qing'er's movements suddenly stopped, and her eyes were still empty and confused.

Seeing that it was helpful, Zhao Chuchu quickly spoke more: "Don't be afraid, I am Chuchu, we are here to save you, I will take you back now, okay..."

Zhao Chuchu was patient and coaxed him over and over again.

"Zhao Chuchu, Zhao Chuchu..." Qing'er murmured, her eyes gradually becoming brighter, but still a little confused.