After saying this, the girl raised her head and met his gaze intently...
Yan Jingzhou was stunned...
I was stunned by the unusually brave determination in the girl's eyes...
His dark eyes were fixed on the girl's raised face, and his thin lips moved slightly as he subconsciously uttered, "No, you come with me!"
In just a few brief moments of conversation, Yan Jingzhou came to realize something new...
Gong Ning was even braver than he had imagined.
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The next morning, Liangcheng was awakened by a shocking news story.
Yan Jingzhou, the newly appointed heir of the Yan clan, and his fiancée were involved in a car accident on the highway and unfortunately fell off a cliff. Their fate is unknown.
Liangcheng was in an uproar...
At Yan Garden, Grandpa Yan watched the news on television, his breathing becoming increasingly rapid, and his hand gripping his cane trembling violently.
His voice seemed to have aged decades in an instant, becoming heavy and hoarse beyond recognition, "Huai'an, Huai'an, Jingzhou, how could he... it's not real, Huai'an..."
The old man fell into a coma due to a relapse of his illness, causing chaos at Peking University.
The Gong family was also hit like a bombshell, mobilizing all forces to search for the person at the foot of the cliff. This massive search and rescue operation was once again displayed to the world after thirteen years.
...
Meanwhile, Yan Jingzhou, who had fallen into a coma, encountered Gong Ning, who was still a little girl, again in his dream.
The memories of that dimly lit alleyway... are slowly becoming clearer...
In a small alley near a slum in Los Angeles, USA.
A thick, pungent stench of blood spread rampantly. In an extremely secluded corner, a little girl of about ten years old huddled up, her eyes vacant and lifeless, her whole body trembling violently.
Suddenly, a strong smell of blood filled the girl's nose, and the next second, her mouth was covered.
The girl's eyes suddenly widened, and she began to struggle violently, as if she had gone mad...
The boy, around sixteen years old, forcefully turned her head, his eyes meeting hers with unwavering determination. He spoke urgently and solemnly, his voice extremely low, "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, trust me!"
But the girl seemed to be immersed in her own world, filled with resistance and fear towards everything outside...
She didn't speak, only stared wide-eyed as tears streamed silently down her face, her frail body trembling violently...
The boy noticed the girl's unusual behavior and quickly released his hand from her mouth.
After taking a hard breath, he looked down at her and asked in a low voice, "Are you alright?"
He shook her, trying to wake her: "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person, I won't hurt you."
The blood-covered boy was about to say something when he suddenly stopped and began to breathe softly.
He turned his head and touched the girl's lips with his finger, signaling her to be quiet.
Immediately, he turned his gaze to the corner of the dark alley, his whole body tense, quietly observing the changing situation around him, waiting for an opportunity to act.
As the person appearing at the alley entrance drew closer, the boy held his breath and subtly pulled the girl back to hide.
Just as the person was about to reach the corner, the boy leaped up like a nimble cheetah and threw the brick he had prepared beforehand.
But the other party seemed to have anticipated this and avoided the bricks...
Then, the sounds of a fierce brawl echoed through the dimly lit, sweltering alley.
The boy was already badly injured and gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, and the fight began to turn into an overwhelming offensive.
Aside from muffled groans of barely suppressed pain, the boy didn't utter a single word, nor did he glance at the corner where the girl was hiding.
He himself brought this disaster upon himself; innocent people should not be implicated.
Unbeknownst to the boy, it was these muffled groans that gradually awakened the girl's long-lost memories...
The girl stared blankly at the dying boy not far away, tears trembling in her eyes as they fell, wetting the back of her hand and her heart.
Big brother...
The next instant, the girl suddenly stood up, holding a brick in her hand, and smashed it hard against the back of the menacing-looking black man's head, each blow more vicious than the last...
The dark alley fell into an eerie silence, with only the boy's labored breathing remaining.
The girl slumped to one side, staring blankly at her blood-stained hands.
After a long while, the boy struggled to his feet, turned to the girl with a weak smile, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't be afraid, it's alright, he's just unconscious, he won't die."
In fact, that black man was already dead...
But the boy at the time didn't know...
The girl raised her dirty little face and stared at the boy. Her pale, dry lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but no sound came out.
The boy slowly reached out and grabbed her hand, only then realizing that her hand was trembling violently.
Struggling to suppress the pain, he managed to utter, "Don't be afraid, you just saved my life. You're safe for now, but..."
The girl's face was expressionless, her eyes slightly shifting and softening, but the surroundings were too dark for the boy to notice.
He took a deep breath and said solemnly, "But time is of the essence. We must leave here immediately. I know you can hear me; I'm injured and desperately need your help..."
He took another breath, but his breathing became increasingly unsteady. "We'll go out this way. Someone will meet us at the corner ahead. Once we get there, we'll be safe. I'm entrusting myself to you. Will you take me there?"
The girl didn't speak, but a long time passed after the boy finished speaking.
Slowly straightening her still trembling body, she moved to the boy's side, scraping against the pebbles on the ground, and took his arm.
A look of surprise flashed in the boy's eyes.
...
"Will you come with me?"
The boy's bloodless lips parted slightly as he looked tenderly at the girl, who appeared exceptionally thin under the yellowish streetlights.
"..."
The boy asked helplessly, "Then can you tell me your name?"
"..."
The girl wanted to see his face clearly, but she couldn't make it out no matter what she did; she only felt that the boy's voice was that of an older brother...
She didn't know why she was so certain...
"Young Master, your injury..."
The man next to him spoke anxiously, but was silently interrupted by the boy's gesture.
For a long, long time, the girl still didn't answer.
The boy sighed. "I won't force you. Now you should leave quickly and go find your family. I have to go now. You were very brave today. Thank you for saving my life. Don't come here again; it's too dangerous!"
"........"
The girl still didn't respond, and the boy, unable to hide his disappointment, said, "I'm leaving, goodbye!"
The sound of the car engine starting made the girl open her mouth wide, but no sound came out.
Once the car was out of sight, the little girl suddenly started running like a madwoman, shouting, "Don't go, don't go, Gong Ning, Gong Linyun, my name, don't go, big brother—"
Big brother...
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