Ao Qian sniffed. "You're not allowed to see him tomorrow!"
Song Xiwei finally got Dao Aoqian to talk to her. Now she wouldn't object to anything he said. "Okay, okay, I won't look at him."
Aoqian's eyes were red as he looked at her suspiciously: "No, you're not someone I can trust!"
"So what do you want me to do? Hmm?" Song Xiwei couldn't resist gently pinching Aoqian's cheek.
My hands were all wet from squeezing them; this guy really knows how to cry...
She is clearly a character with a strong aura, cold and ruthless.
But when he cries, he becomes so soft and weak that it's really hard to know what to do with him.
"I haven't decided yet..." Aoqian's eyelids drooped, looking very dejected.
"Okay, okay, stop crying. Come back to the house with me so I can see your injury. I was so worried..." Song Xiwei didn't want to continue this stalemate.
Besides, she was genuinely remorseful, realizing she had been too harsh on Aoqian.
Ao Qian sniffed, "My legs are numb..."
"I'll carry you on my back?" Song Xiwei said, squatting down in front of him.
Aoqian said speechlessly, "Just let me hold your hand."
“I’ll carry you on my back. My legs are numb, so don’t walk.” Song Xiwei remained squatting in front of Aoqian.
Ao Qian frowned, reluctantly, "..."
Song Xiwei waited for a while, but Aoqian still didn't react. "Oh dear, what's wrong?"
Turning around, she saw Aoqian looking at her with a shy expression. Was he embarrassed?
"It's alright, didn't I often take you flying before?" Song Xiwei said casually.
Aoqian stubbornly refused, saying, "Either give me your hand to help you, or you can just leave me alone."
“Hey, you, forget it, forget it, I won’t take the blame then…” Song Xiwei reached out her hand to Aoqian.
This time, Aoqian didn't hesitate and took her hand. His hands were large, almost enveloping her entire hand.
Song Xiwei helped Aoqian back into the house safely.
Aoqian had just cried, and his eyes were still wet. The feeling of grievance had not completely dissipated, and he looked like he might cry again at any moment.
Song Xiwei dared not provoke him, and completely fawned over Aoqian, being so gentle that she was practically ready to pluck stars and the moon for him.
"Let me see your injury!" Song Xiwei felt a tightness in her chest when Aoqian still ignored her.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, stop looking," Aoqian said.
"How can that be!" Song Xiwei gripped Aoqian's hand tightly. Her knuckles were small, but her hands felt as soft and smooth as if they had no bones.
Ao Qian's mind was slightly disturbed, but he was still resentful that Song Xiwei had treated him like Meng Shu had done.
He said in a deep voice, "If you want to see, you should go see Meng Shu. Just now I saw how nervous you were about his arm, as if you had never been so nervous even when you were seriously injured yourself."
Song Xi was slightly surprised. "Really? I hadn't noticed..."
"You were worried about Xiao Zhuang before, as well as those Fengbo Valley disciples who were possessed by demons, and many, many more, not just Meng Shu." Ao Qian's tone was filled with hatred.
Song Xiwei was a little confused, not understanding why Aoqian would drag other people into this.
“Yes, Song Xiwei, you are a benevolent person who saves all living beings, you have the world in your heart, you are the kindest person in the world… You are just that kind of person, otherwise, why would you care about me?” Aoqian said with bitter self-mockery.
Song Xiwei felt inexplicably uncomfortable when she heard Aoqian speak in that tone.
She could clearly sense that Aoqian was powerless and heartbroken, but his heartbreak was different from when he was crying against the pillar outside. His heartbreak now even bordered on despair.
Song Xi panicked and gripped Ao Qian's hand tightly. "Don't scare me, Young Master. What's wrong with you?"
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