"It's nothing. I'm just one of the masses, no different from them. I just wanted to express my feelings. Actually, I'm nothing, insignificant, and powerless..."
Ao concealed all her emotions and said, "Go and rest, I'm fine."
The aura of despair and sorrow emanating from Aoqian was so strong.
How could Song Xiwei believe him when he said he was alright?
How can you call this nothing?
"I'm still worried about you. Can you let me see the injury on your back?" Song Xiwei really didn't know how to comfort Aoqian; she was really not good at doing these things.
Aoqian suddenly looked at her intently. "Why are you so fixated on my injury? This level of injury isn't serious. You know my body can always take it."
Hearing Aoqian speak so casually about his injuries, Song Xiwei was inexplicably angry. "Being able to withstand it is one thing, but I hope you never get hurt again! Aoqian, listen to me..."
“It’s late, don’t worry about me, I’m really fine.” Ao Qian interrupted Song Xiwei.
Song Xiwei felt as if something was pulling at her heart.
I don't know if it was because she was interrupted before she finished speaking, or because we couldn't determine the extent of Aoqian's injuries.
She was very unwilling and couldn't help but feel sad.
She desperately wanted to ambush Aoqian, to pounce on him and lift up his clothes to check his wounds.
But Aoqian was so overwhelmed with sorrow that she didn't even have the courage to approach him.
What exactly made Aoqian so frustrated and sad?
If only I hadn't gone to find Meng Shu.
Sigh, otherwise things wouldn't have gotten so tense with Aoqian. At least Aoqian wouldn't have chosen to keep quiet about me just because he doesn't trust me.
Song Xiwei looked at Aoqian awkwardly.
Aoqian sat there motionless.
An hour passed in this way. Song Xiwei yawned and looked at Ao Qian. Ao Qian had already closed his eyes and was breathing evenly.
Song Xiwei got up, tiptoed over, gently loosened his belt, and took the opportunity to lift his clothes and peek at his back.
The injury was indeed quite serious, with a large area of bruising and some swelling.
She felt even more guilty.
He applied the elixir to his wound.
The movements were incredibly gentle, yet Aoqian did not wake up.
Song Xiwei helped him put on his clothes before going to bed.
After Song Xiwei lay down, covered herself with the blanket, and drifted off to sleep, Aoqian, who was sitting there, opened his eyes in the darkness.
He let out a faint sigh.
What should we do?!
He fell into self-torture!
Song Xiwei felt the same pity for him as she did for everyone else; it was nothing more than pity. If she liked him, it was only because his appearance was pleasing to her.
Besides that, what exactly did he have that allowed Song Xiwei to distinguish him from the masses?
He now desperately wants to prove one thing: that he is different from Song Xiwei and from the vast world and all living beings.
The night was too long, too cold, and too bitter.
Aoqian reached out and wiped the salty moisture from the corner of his mouth, the bitter taste lingering for a long time.
He walked to Song Xiwei's bedside as if possessed.
She was so beautiful when she was asleep that he was captivated at first glance.
But even such a wonderful Song Xiwei, in her eyes, was just one of the many people she wanted to save.
And what is he fantasizing about?
He truly hated and resented Song Xiwei.
She led him into an unknown territory.
He experienced all the flavors of life—sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy—yet he couldn't find a way out.
The thought of tomorrow, of that unknown future, filled Aoqian with an unprecedented fear.
If time could stop at this moment, at least for this moment, he would be the only one standing guard in front of Song Xiwei.
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