Chapter 105 To be honest, He Zhao had never seen legs like these before. She lived in a peaceful world...
To be honest, He Zhao had never seen legs like those before. She lived in a peaceful world where there were no people around her who engaged in sports or dangerous industries. In the summer, everyone would wear pretty skirts or hot pants and show off their beautiful legs.
They proudly display their beautiful youthful appearance, and even if they have scars, they only say they were accidentally left when they were playing as children.
But He Zhao had never seen a leg like Qiao Yanyu's, covered with wounds of all sizes.
She had no doubt that, hidden beneath her clothes, similar marks would be found on other parts of her body, such as her chest and back. He Zhao's gaze at her scars was too obvious, so Qiao Yanyu uttered the slightly vulnerable phrase, "Don't look."
The Qiao Yanyu of the past would never have felt ashamed of her scars; they were her medals of honor, proof of her efforts to protect ordinary citizens. But now, because she has fallen in love with He Zhao, even these scars have become something she cannot show to anyone.
But He Zhao didn't mind. She didn't find it ugly at all. On the contrary, she felt that it was precisely because of these scars that Qiao Yanyu became herself.
These are scars, but also proof of Qiao Yanyu's growth, and medals of honor.
So He Zhao shook her head, moved a shoe-changing stool and sat down in front of Qiao Yanyu's bed. Her voice was gentler than usual: "Sister Qiao, what are you shy about? These scars are not ugly at all. They only make me think you are amazing, really amazing. If it were me, even the smallest wound here would make me cry uncontrollably."
As she spoke, she picked up a towel that had been prepared nearby and stroked Qiao Yanyu's legs. Previously, Qiao Yanyu's legs had always been covered by her pants, and this was the first time He Zhao had seen her legs. Just as He Zhao had imagined, they were a pair of legs with smooth lines, covered with thin muscles, and looked very strong.
No joke, He Zhao thought Qiao Yanyu could kick himself more than five meters away with those legs.
However, due to the fracture, I can't put any weight on my legs right now.
Thinking of this, He Zhao couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat. She sniffed, her fingers gently tracing Qiao Yanyu's scar, and couldn't help but say, "It must have hurt a lot when you were injured."
The wounds on her legs included those that looked like they were cut with a sharp weapon and those that looked like they were burned, similar to the ones on Ge Sinian's body before. However, the wounds on Qiao Yanyu's legs were not as large. There was a mark on the side of her leg that looked like a handprint.
Needless to say, it was probably that fire-wielding ghost who grabbed her leg and swung her around like a windmill. Just thinking about it made me ache.
He Zhao's words surprised Qiao Yanyu. To be honest, no one had ever asked her this question before. Even when she was very young and still living with her biological mother, her mother had never said anything like this to her. Instead, what her mother said most often was, "Yanyu, don't be afraid of the pain. The injuries you suffer now are much less than what you'll experience later. If you can't even endure this pain, what will you do in the future?"
Little Qiao Yanyu could only wipe away her tears, nod, stand up, and continue walking with her mother. After being adopted by the bureau chief, things got even worse. The bureau chief had absolutely no time to look after Qiao Yanyu; even when she was injured and hospitalized, he would at most offer a brief visit before hurriedly leaving. As she grew older, the bureau chief even stopped bothering to visit her.
Therefore, the bureau chief is not Qiao Yanyu's adoptive mother, but her superior.
Her experiences from childhood to adulthood have made Qiao Yanyu a person who bleeds but doesn't cry.
Now, He Zhao's concern seemed to transcend the boundaries of time, comforting Qiao Yanyu, who licked her wounds alone every time she was injured. It turned out that someone really did care about her: whether she was in pain.
However, Qiao Yanyu's personality prevented her from directly crying and complaining to He Zhao, "It hurt so much, it hurt so much, I even cried." She could only say, "It's okay..."
"Liar, how can it not hurt? It hurts so much, it must hurt a lot." He Zhao rolled up his sleeve and pointed to a very small wound on the outside of his upper arm for Qiao Yanyu to see: "This is a wound I got when I was a kid and I was playing and fell down. I bled a lot back then, and I cried so much. I remember it hurt so much back then."
Her wound was really small, only the size of a grain of rice. Compared to Qiao Yanyu's, it was nothing. This small detail shows how much pain He Zhao was in; these wounds must be even more painful.
After making that gesture, He Zhao felt incredibly pretentious. Qiao Yanyu hadn't even cried, so why was she acting all aggrieved? Besides, it was still cold outside; how could she just leave Qiao Yanyu's legs there exposed?
He Zhao pouted, looking like he was about to cry, and wiped Qiao Yanyu's legs clean. Then he used a dry towel to wipe away all the remaining moisture, applied the ointment prescribed by the hospital that was specifically for use after changing the gauze, and then wrapped Qiao Yanyu's legs up again.
After doing all that, He Zhao snuggled into Qiao Yanyu's arms, babbling on and on, "Sister Qiao, don't lie to me, it really hurts. If you're in pain again, tell me..." He Zhao suddenly realized that telling her probably wouldn't do any good. She racked her brains for a while before thinking of something she could do: "I'll go outside and throw money around, letting those kids go after that brat who bullied you! I'll definitely get revenge for you!"
Qiao Yanyu was both amused and exasperated. She reached out and patted He Zhao's back. When He Zhao had described those wounds earlier, Qiao Yanyu had actually felt a pang of sympathy and sadness. It was as if that pain could still affect her now.
He Zhao's interruption made Qiao Yanyu feel no pain. Not only the old wounds, but even the places that still ache faintly now, were completely gone. She wasn't some pitiful little thing that no one cared about; now someone cared about her, empathized with her, and felt sorry for her because of her scars.
Therefore, Qiao Yanyu felt that she was not in so much pain.
He Zhao clung to Qiao Yanyu and acted coquettishly for a while. In the end, she even felt a little embarrassed. The person who needed comforting was Qiao Yanyu, but she was the one acting coquettishly. She got up, added some more hot water, and wiped Qiao Yanyu's back as well.
Before helping Qiao Yanyu clean her body, she actually harbored a few romantic thoughts. But as she cleaned Qiao Yanyu's body, all those romantic feelings vanished. It wasn't because she found the scars on her body ugly or disgusting, but rather because all those thoughts were suppressed by her heartache.
She still thought Qiao Yanyu was very beautiful, even her scarred body exuded a charm completely different from other girls. She wanted to kiss and caress this body, but not today. How could she have had such thoughts when she first saw her? To have such thoughts would be a desecration of Qiao Yanyu.
After wiping themselves down, He Zhao and Qiao Yanyu stayed for a while before returning to their own rooms to play on their phones and prepare for bed.
Time spent with Qiao Yanyu passed quickly and happily, which He Zhaochao enjoyed. But soon it was the third day, the start of a new week for setting up his stall. However, there was one more thing to do during the day: to deliver the suture-sealed water ghost to its reincarnation.
He Zhao even specially chose rather formal attire—all black. Standing with Qiao Yanyu, they looked like bodyguards. When Wang Yu came to pick them up, she was stunned: "We didn't really need to dress like that." Everyone knew Qiao Yanyu always wore black, but He Zhao wasn't. She quite liked white, blue, light pink, and light green, and sometimes even her inner linings were colorful.
Today, however, she was unusually dressed in the same color as Qiao Yanyu.
Today, Wang Yu wore a light pink down jacket, which accentuated her youthful and beautiful features to the fullest. He Zhao felt a pang of sympathy seeing Wang Yu like this, as if it were a mockery of the "stitched-up water ghost" (a term used to describe someone who has undergone cosmetic surgery). But since she was already wearing it, He Zhao couldn't ask Wang Yu to change it.
She could only say in a deep voice, "You don't understand."
Wang Yu scratched the back of his head, genuinely confused.
She got into the car and let He Zhao and Qiao Yanyu get in. This time, Wang Yu was smarter; unlike last time when she picked up Qiao Yanyu, she didn't drive her own minivan. This time, she had applied for a car from the bureau—a black minivan. Combined with He Zhao and Qiao Yanyu's attire, it gave off a funeral-like feel.
Using this peculiar outfit, they went to find the stitched-up water ghost, and then, following the same steps as before, took the stitched-up water ghost to the countermeasures bureau.
The sutured water ghost, Wang Yu, and Qiao Yanyu are definitely going to watch Lin Gao's final journey, and the sutured water ghost might even make a few sarcastic remarks. Qiao Yanyu, on the other hand, has made it clear to Wang Yu that He Zhao will not be going.
Wang Yu nodded in understanding: "You shouldn't have gone. The first time I saw it, I couldn't eat for several days. I was vomiting so much that I almost came up with bile. Even if it's a bad person, seeing a life disappear before your eyes, even having its soul extinguished, is a huge blow to a person. Not to mention someone like the boss who has never laid a hand on anyone or anything. You should be careful."
She even added a reminder: "When Huahua is executed later, the boss shouldn't come either."
“That won’t do.” He Zhao refused immediately: “I’m still coming to see Hua Hua off, but I won’t go to see it in the end.”
"Alright."
He Zhao stayed in the lounge. Li Xia, the investigator who had previously served her, happened to be there and entertained her for a while before going off to do other things. The waiting time was indeed quite boring, so He Zhao took out her phone and started playing a mobile game.
She had no idea how many games she had lost in a row, and just when she was about to lose, the two of them and the ghost came back to find her. He Zhao composed herself and had just turned on her phone when she heard Wang Yu say with a wicked smile, "Lost, huh? Let me tell you, there's definitely something in our station. You're having the worst luck here, losing games in a row is normal."
"However, luck is conserved. Although playing games is very unlucky, getting things done is much smoother."
"...Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
He Zhao never dreamed that such a thing existed.
The sutured water ghost stood next to Qiao Yanyu, watching their interaction, and couldn't help but laugh. It was genuinely happy.
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