Chapter 20: In his arms, there was a stranger calling his name
——She called his name in the chaos, but could not recognize who was holding her.
The black Maybach sped through the night, neon lights flickered outside the windows, and light and shadows swept across Mo Xiao's cold and stern profile.
Ruan Xingchen curled up in his arms, her body burning hot, her pale lips trembling slightly, and she murmured unconsciously: "Brother Xiaohan...save me..."
Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's, but it cut into Mo Xiaohan's heart like a knife.
He tightened his arms and held her tighter, as if that could pull her out of the nightmare.
Ruan Xingchen's temperature was alarmingly high, sweat soaking her hair and sticking to her abnormally flushed cheeks. Her eyelashes trembled violently, as if she were trapped in some inescapable nightmare.
"Don't... don't touch me..." She suddenly struggled, her fingers tightly grasping the front of Mo Xiaohan's shirt, her nails almost digging into his flesh.
"Xingxing, wake up." Mo Xiaohan patted her cheek, his voice softer than ever before, "We're going home."
But Ruan Xingchen couldn't hear it, her consciousness was still trapped in the fear of the auction house.
The dark cell, the cold needle, those maggot-like gazes...
"Please... let me go..." Her tears slid down the corners of her eyes and sank into Mo Xiaohan's fingers, "Brother Xiaohan... where are you..."
Mo Xiaohan's breathing stopped, she remembered his name.
In the most chaotic moment of her consciousness, she called out... to him.
When the car drove into Mo Xiaohan's manor, Ruan Xingchen's condition deteriorated sharply. Her breathing became rapid and disordered, her pupils dilated, and her whole body began to spasm uncontrollably.
"Call a doctor!" Mo Xiaohan rushed into the main building holding her, his voice filled with rare panic, "Immediately!"
The servants were so frightened that they ran around, and the whole manor was instantly brightly lit.
Mo Xiaohan gently placed Ruan Xingchen on the big bed in the master bedroom, but she suddenly grabbed his wrist.
"Don't... don't sell me to them..." She cried heartbreakingly, scratching bloody marks on his arm with her nails, "Don't... don't..."
Her memory seemed to go back to the days of imprisonment, and her body instinctively took a defensive posture, curling up like a wounded little animal.
"No one will sell you." His voice was hoarse, and he approached slowly and cautiously, as if approaching a frightened cub. "Ever."
Ruan Xingchen panted rapidly, cold sweat soaking the hair on her forehead. Her vision was unfocused, but the low voice in her ear inexplicably calmed her for a moment.
"Xiaohan...Brother..." She repeated the name unconsciously, as if she was grabbing the only piece of driftwood.
Mo Xiaohan's heart trembled violently.
He reached out and gently brushed aside her sweaty hair, his fingertips restrainedly lingering a centimeter away from her cheek, ultimately not daring to actually touch her.
"I am here."
Mo Xiaohan knelt on one knee beside the bed. He wanted to touch her but was afraid of irritating her, so he could only withdraw his hand stiffly.
This tyrant, who is feared throughout Southeast Asia, seems so helpless at this moment.
The private doctor rushed over, but was left helpless by Ruan Xingchen's fierce resistance.
"Mr. Mo, she's in too bad a state to be sedated." The doctor's forehead was covered in sweat. "Forced medication may cause cardiac overload."
Mo Xiaohan stared at the person shivering on the bed, suddenly untied his tie, leaned over and held her in his arms.
"Everyone get out." He ordered coldly.
The moment the bedroom door closed, he gently held Ruan Xingchen's hand and placed her palm on the scar on his left eyelid.
"Stars, look at me." His voice was hoarse. "Remember? The tire in the slums, the sunflower, the candy wrapper boat you gave me..."
Ruan Xingchen's struggle paused slightly.
In her blurred vision, she saw a pair of eyes as dark as the night, and that familiar scar. Something deep in her memory was gently touched.
Sunflower skirt.
Crooked words on the mud.
Those eyes.
Also, someone said to her, "Wait for me."
Ruan Xingchen's breathing gradually calmed down, and his fingers unconsciously stroked his brow bone, but his tears flowed even more fiercely: "Does it hurt..."
Mo Xiaohan was stunned. This was the first time she recognized him.
When Ruan Xingchen finally fell asleep under the dual effects of high fever and medicine, the sky was already turning pale. Mo Xiaohan was still sitting motionless beside the bed, hugging her.
His shirt was already wrinkled beyond recognition, and the cuffs were stained with her tears and blood, but he seemed to feel no fatigue, and his eyes remained on her face the whole time.
A-Tai whispered outside the door, "Boss, we've found out. Miss Ruan's college bestie, Lin Miaomiao, tricked her into coming here, and the Qin family casino is behind it..."
"Bring the person here, I will handle it myself." Mo Xiaohan's voice was as light as a sigh.
He lowered his head and gently kissed the ring on Ruan Xingchen's ring finger.
Seventeen years of searching, the bloodbath at the auction house, all turned into this cautious touch.
His light finally returned to his arms.
Even if she still doesn't remember him at this moment, even if her soul is broken into pieces, he will piece her back together bit by bit.
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