☆、 Extra: Rinzawa Arc (HE)

Qiu Ze took advantage of the chaos and hurried to the laboratory. Nan Lin looked at the black figure and felt an indescribable sense of familiarity, so she followed closely behind.

Qiu Ze's movements were skillful and quick, and his eyes revealed determination and worry. He had to get the serum and leave before they came here.

According to the agreement, He Botu should have ordered someone to deliver the things by now, but now everything is in chaos and he is too busy to take care of himself, which makes him a little worried.

Qiu Ze went straight to the room where Qiu Yu was. After looking around, he saw the safe on the side as he wished. His fingers quickly pressed a few numbers on the keyboard, and with a "click", the door of the safe slowly opened.

There was indeed an almost transparent test tube inside, filled with light blue liquid, which was the serum he urgently needed.

"It will be fine soon," Qiu Ze comforted softly, pushing the serum steadily into the syringe in his hand.

After Qiu Ze injected the serum, he nervously observed Qiu Yu's reaction. After a while, Qiu Yu's face gradually regained its color and her breathing became steady.

Qiu Ze breathed a sigh of relief, and the stone in his heart finally fell to the ground. He finally protected his sister.

After removing the restraints, Qiu Ze approached Qiu Yu cautiously, gently held her hand, and whispered, "Sister...sister?"

Qiu Ze held Qiu Yu's hand tightly, and all the grievances, worries and fears in his heart turned into tears and burst out at this moment.

He choked up and said, "Sister, I was so scared. I thought I would never see you again... I thought I could no longer protect you..."

Unlike Nan Qing, Qiuyu could already vaguely hear someone calling her when the serum was just injected.

Qiuyu slowly opened her eyes, with a hint of confusion in her eyes, but she soon recognized Qiuze and smiled weakly: "Xiaoze...is that you?"

Qiu Ze's eyes flashed with surprise. He held back his tears and nodded vigorously: "It's me, sister. You finally woke up." He felt aggrieved like a child.

Qiuyu raised her hand slightly and gently stroked Qiuze's face, her voice choking with sobs: "Qiuze, you have grown up and become so amazing..."

Qiu Ze finally couldn't help himself and hugged Qiu Yu tightly. At this moment, all the pain, fear and loneliness disappeared, and his persistence was finally rewarded.

Just at this moment, the sound of footsteps came slowly. Qiu Ze vigilantly helped Qiu Yu up and was about to leave, but the familiar voice made him freeze in place.

Seeing the person he had been thinking about day and night standing in front of him, he asked in disbelief, "Xiao... Xiaoze?"

The moment he heard the sound, Qiu Ze's mind went blank and his body froze in place as if it had been hit by an electric current.

He didn't expect that he would be seen by Nan Lin in the end. He stood there in a daze, not daring to speak, and didn't know how to tell him all this.

Qiu Ze had already taken off his disguise at this time. Qiu Ze did not dare to look back. He tried to find a suitable explanation, but all his thoughts were like smoke blown away by the wind, unable to be grasped.

"Xiao Ze? Is it really you?" The voice rang again, with a hint of anxiety and uncertainty. His eyes were fixed on Qiu Ze, as if waiting for an answer.

Qiu Ze is dead. The Qiu Ze that Nan Lin liked is dead. Now he should live a quiet life and never appear in front of him again. Qiu Ze's heart is full of contradictions and fears.

Thinking of this, he was about to lift his heavy feet and flee the scene. He could not look back, or he would lose. The moment he heard the familiar voice, he actually had a glimmer of fantasy in his heart.

"It's you, isn't it?" Nan Lin saw him leaving and grabbed his hand. His voice was low and hoarse, and his eyes were full of unquestionable seriousness. "Tell me, is it really you?"

Qiu Ze struggled in his heart. He bit his lip, but he still couldn't get rid of Nan Lin's hand. His voice was trembling: "A Lin... I..."

He slowly raised his head and looked into the eyes of the newcomer. The familiar face and voice made Nan Lin almost wonder if he was dreaming. "Xiao Ze, it's really you!" Qiu Ze was not dead, and the boy who loved him the most was still alive.

Qiu Ze lowered his head, a trace of pain flashing in his eyes: "I'm sorry, just think of me as dead." Qiu Yu, who was standing beside him, didn't know what had happened. At this time, she had already sat down quietly and looked at the two of them, thoughtful.

Nan Lin looked at him in disbelief, her eyes full of complicated emotions, and said, "So it really was you... I'm glad you're not dead!" As she spoke, Nan Lin was a little excited and wanted to hold his hands, but was pulled away.

Qiu Ze asked him with tears in his eyes and frowned, "Why did you follow me?" Why couldn't he just be considered dead? He had clearly tried so hard to forget him...

But Nan Lin seemed not to hear what he said. He was only filled with joy at having lost something and regained it. He frowned and looked at Qiu Ze, muttering, "I have been looking for you for a long time, but I couldn't find you..."

Qiu Ze could still vividly remember the scene of falling into the abyss, and he lived in self-blame and longing every day. He thought he would never have the chance to see him again in this life, but now the person was standing in front of him, how could he not be excited?

"I'm sorry, I..." I wanted to say sorry for not choosing you at that time, but these words were like a sharp knife, hurting both of us.

Nan Lin couldn't say anything and could only keep apologizing and begging for his forgiveness. Maybe Qiu Ze was right, he didn't love her as much as the boy did.

Hearing this, Qiu Ze turned his head away and said with a determined heart: "The past is the past, and now we have nothing to do with each other, let it go."

Nan Lin took a step forward and hugged Qiu Ze tightly, ignoring his struggles, "No, I finally found you, you will always be my Xiao Ze."

Qiu Ze's body trembled slightly, and the struggle in his eyes was even more intense. Nan Lin was right, it was him who was wrong. He knew that he would blame himself, but he still did it cruelly.

"I'm sorry, I will really love you very much in the future, can you forgive me?" Nan Lin's voice was a little hoarse, and she begged him not to leave.

Qiu Ze's heart felt as if it was being stabbed by needles. He wanted to push Nan Lin away, but the arms that were tightly holding him were so firm that he could not break free. He had never seen Nan Lin in such pain before.

His eyes were red, and deep down he couldn't bear to see him so sad and self-blaming. His throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't speak.

"You don't understand me, Nan Lin." He tried to make his voice sound even colder, thinking that Nan Lin would no longer like him as much if she knew the truth.

Nan Lin was silent for a moment, as if thinking about something. His eyes gradually softened, and he said softly: "No matter what you did, I still love you, and this has never changed."