It took Zhang Xiulin a long time to digest what Song Wanxian said. He looked at the boy sleeping on the bed, his eyes full of heartache.

"...So, Xiaojie isn't a monster, but he does have some physical abnormalities. You two aren't engaged yet, so if you can't accept it, it's okay. I..."

Before Song Wanxian finished speaking, she was interrupted by Zhang Xiulin: "Aunt Song, do you think I would dislike him?"

Song Wanxian stared at her blankly, her eyes moist. "Sister Lin, you are a good child. Xiaojie is lucky to have met you."

Zhang Xiulin didn't say anything, but just stared at Xiao Jie silently.

The meeting between the two is not only Xiaojie's luck, but also her luck.

After the medicine was boiled, Song Wanxian and Zhang Xiulin took some effort to get the unconscious Xiao Jie to drink it.

"Aunt Song, you go and rest. I'll stay here with you."

Song Wanxian was holding the bowl. She wanted to say that she could stay, but after thinking about it, she decided to follow Zhang Xiulin's advice and nodded.

Perhaps, when Xiaojie wakes up, the first person he hopes to see is Zhang Xiulin.

Song Wanxian left and closed the door gently.

The room suddenly became quiet.

Zhang Xiulin sat by the bed and placed Xiao Jie's slightly cold hand in his palm: "So, you have suffered so much."

"Xiaojie, I will protect you from now on."

…

Xiao Jie had a nightmare.

The scene in the dream was very familiar.

There were countless children, their terrified eyes, their cries and shouts, and their indifferent, numb, emotionless faces...

Everything finally turned into a bloody mess.

The scene changed and he came to another place.

He recognized that this was Zhaojia Village, where Sister Lin lived.

At this moment, he saw a familiar figure not far away. He was delighted and hurried over.

"Sister Lin...Sister Lin..."

Before he could get close, another person appeared next to that figure.

A gentle and pretty little boy, it was Han Luo.

Zhang Xiulin and Han Luo held hands together.

Han Luo turned around and said happily, "Xiao Jie, look, Sister Lin agreed to get engaged to me. I'm so happy."

Zhang Xiulin also looked at him with an indifferent expression, and there was no warmth in his words: "Xiao Jie, the person I like is Han Luo, you are just a little stutterer."

At this moment, several figures appeared. They were the thugs who had been bullying him before.

They stared at him in anger and fear, shouting, "He's a red-eyed monster... He's a monster, he must be burned to death..."

Xiao Jie was the first to see Zhang Xiulin's reaction.

Zhang Xiulin retreated step by step, his eyes filled with fear, muttering: "You are a monster, you are a monster..."

Xiao Jie shook his head desperately: "No, I'm not a monster, I really am not a monster."

"You are the red-eyed monster!" Voices came from all directions. Xiao Jie covered his head, squatted on the ground, and kept repeating, "I am not a monster..."

-

"Xiaojie, Xiaojie, wake up."

Zhang Xiulin was very worried when he saw the sleeping Xiao Jie falling into a nightmare. He seemed to be talking in his sleep.

Zhang Xiulin leaned in closer to listen and easily heard it, and his heart ached.

Zhang Xiulin couldn't bear to see him trapped in the nightmare, so she called out.

At this moment, Xiao Jie suddenly opened his eyes and sat up from the bed, as if still in a dream, and retorted: "I am not a monster."