Huo Xuanxi, the dignified patriarch of the Huo family, who holds a position at the pinnacle of the secret passage.
For the first time, I realized what my fate was.
It's only worth three hundred yuan.
He couldn't catch his breath, everything went black, and he lost consciousness.
...
As he vaguely regained consciousness, Huo Xuanxi heard a light humming. He seemed to be lying somewhere, and the aroma of meat soaked in cheap spices wafted to his nose.
Is he still alive?
He's not dead?
"Huo Huo, go play by yourself, I'll finish this set of questions first." A soft, sweet girl's voice came from not far away. "There's a roujiamo (Chinese hamburger) on the table, go eat it if you're hungry. Sigh, we only have two hundred yuan, we have to be careful with it..."
A small bird chirping sound rang out.
"Eeya! Eeya!"
The girl was still complaining unhappily: "Huo Huo, we really lost out tonight! We went through all that trouble to buy gauze and alcohol to help treat wounds. And some of these people look perfectly normal, but secretly they don't have a single penny in their pockets!"
"Eeya!"
"Oh well, consider this a good deed I did today," she sighed. "Go play, I'm going back to doing my homework."
Huo Xuanxi blinked a few times, and her vision gradually cleared.
This is a very small room, like a girl's boudoir. Although the area is extremely small, the furniture is arranged neatly, so it does not feel cramped.
Pale pink curtains covered the window, and floral sheets were neatly laid out on the bed—of course, he wasn't qualified to sleep on them.
He was lying on the ground.
The back felt soft to the touch, as if it were a rubber pad. The wounds on the body had been treated simply and wrapped in gauze. There was a bottle of Yunnan Baiyao next to it...
A small red bird, about the size of a walnut and as plump as a ball, hopped around on the table. Its round body seemed ready to roll away at any moment, making one wonder how it could fly.
The energy-saving light on the ceiling was off; only an old desk lamp was lit, surrounded by thick stacks of books, textbooks, and workbooks. The little girl had changed into her fluffy pajamas, making her look even more petite and adorable.
She was hunched over the table, diligently working on her workbook.
Huo Xuanxi smelled a faint fragrance, cool and elegant, yet sweet like flowers and fruits.
Just like that little girl.
Regardless of why he survived the poisoning, this little girl was his savior.
Huo Xuanxi didn't move at all, but he had already looked around the entire room.
To be honest, this house is pretty strange.
The house is dilapidated, which suggests the family is not well-off, but some of the personal clothing, furniture, and books are still valuable items for ordinary people.
He immediately guessed that this family must have gone bankrupt and sold everything they could to pay off their debts, leaving only the items that were difficult to sell.
There was a thick stack of books on the table, and a pink letter on top. He glanced at it and read something like, "My beloved Tongyang, my eternal love, Ah An..." It was a love letter written in an antique style.
Tsk, little brat, already in a relationship?
He found it amusing.
Behind the workbook were several gift boxes wrapped in colored paper. The one that was especially treasured was a simple cardboard photo frame containing a group photo.
The girl smiled brightly and happily, holding tightly to the arm of the boy next to her. Half of the photo frame was hidden behind the box, so Huo Xuanxi couldn't see who the boy was.
Out of respect for the privacy of the little girl who saved his life, he did not go to see her.
Much later, Huo Xuanxi felt immense resentment, wondering why she had bothered to be a good person, respecting privacy by not taking the photo frame and directly looking to see who her boyfriend was.
If he had seen it earlier, he probably would have gone home without hesitation, beaten that person up, sent them abroad to study, and never let them come back!
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