After Jiang Ciyou heard what Bo Jinxiu said.
My heart sank.
Bo Jinxiu must have been so desperate to say such words.
Jiang Ciyou said, "Ah Xiu, you can never give up on yourself. Live for me, live for the child, okay?"
At this moment, Bo Jinxiu himself was not sure.
"Ciyou, I don't want to lie to you. Our current situation is very dangerous. You and I both know what kind of person my eldest sister is. Therefore, we must have a firm belief. This belief is that you must live, no matter what. You must live."
Bo Jinxiu knew that Bo Wanhua's ultimate goal would be him.
Jiang Ciyou still has a glimmer of hope.
But he was afraid that even if Jiang Ciyou had a chance to survive, she would give up.
So be open and honest now and strengthen her beliefs.
Jiang Ciyou had already seen through Bo Jinxiu's thoughts.
"If you die, what's the point of me living? If we have to live, we should live together. I won't give up easily, but you can't give up easily either."
Bo Jinxiu's eyes were red.
Of course he wanted to live; he had never been so desperate to stay in this world.
"Bo Jinxiu, when you were ten years old, standing by the river, I was the one who pulled you back from the brink of death. So your life now belongs to me. You live for me, so I am committed to you. You must never give up easily without my permission. No matter what kind of torture you endure, no matter what we lose, even at the last moment, you must not give up your life."
Jiang Ciyou's voice was very serious, with a commanding tone.
But it was obvious that there was also a hint of fear and panic in her tone.
She also has a lot of uncertainties in her heart.
She could imagine what she and Bo Jinxiu would face next.
The only belief now is that no matter what kind of desperate situation I am in.
Never give up, never give up!
"Ah Xiu, there is hope only when we are alive. Promise me that you will never give up, okay?"
Jiang Ciyou knew how devastated and desperate Bo Jinxiu was right now.
Persecution and torture from blood relatives.
This pain will be magnified many times.
When Bo Jinxiu was ten years old, he hated this world because of Bo Wanhua.
I have been supported by faith for so many years.
Jiang Ciyou was very afraid that his belief would suddenly collapse.
After hearing what Jiang Ciyou said, Bo Jinxiu felt a hint of warmth in his festering heart.
He lived to be eighteen years old.
Every day is like walking on thin ice, every day is a struggle, either on defense or on counterattack.
His childhood was shrouded in dark clouds and storms.
There is always a child trapped in a storm in his heart.
He looked so powerful, and in the eyes of others he was an omnipotent child of destiny.
But only he himself knows.
When facing Bo Wanhua, he felt so powerless, frightened and desperate.
"I promise you, Ciyou, I promise you."
Jiang Ciyou is the sharp sword that helps him cut through the thorns in the storm.
He won't give up easily.
Jiang Ciyou was right, they both had to get out alive.
Both of them sat on the ground, leaning against the mottled wall.
Both of them stretched out a finger into the hole in the wall at the same time.
Just able to touch each other's fingertips.
Bo Jinxiu's fingertips were cold.
Jiang Ciyou was very warm.
A trace of warmth flowed through the fingertips of the two people.
It's like a tiny firefly light trapped in the darkness of despair.
"Ciyou, thank you, thank you for appearing in my life."
Bo Jinxiu's voice was very low.
Like talking to oneself.
Jiang Ciyou felt extremely sad when he heard this.
During the day, she liked his sweet words.
But now it sounded like a farewell.
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