"I've already told you about my situation, but you haven't told me about yours yet." Lin Xiaoxiao changed the subject, not wanting to discuss her brother, whose whereabouts were unknown, any further.
The person hasn't been found yet, so saying more will only add to the trouble.
She was more curious about Luo Qingming.
Although this person looks physically weak, as if he could be crushed with two fingers, Lin Xiaoxiao doesn't think he's without cunning.
Huo Jing, the future richest man, has been completely swindled by him.
Even in dire circumstances, the ability to seek shelter and a chance to survive is no small feat.
The sunlight was blinding, and Luo Qingming raised her hand to shield her eyes, revealing scars of varying depths as her sleeve slipped down. "Me? There's nothing to say."
Lin Xiaoxiao turned her head to look at him, and what came into view was the dense scars on his wrist.
She was suddenly startled.
She grabbed his arm. "Why do you have so many scars?"
Layer upon layer, the scars were a full centimeter thick, clearly indicating that the same spot had been cut countless times.
Lin Xiaoxiao's eyes trembled slightly, and she felt a mix of emotions.
Luo Qingming withdrew her arm, straightened her sleeves, and said nonchalantly, "It's nothing, I'm used to it."
The boy, who looked to be about the same age as her, was so thin that his bones protruded, and his beautiful face seemed so ethereal that it could shatter at any moment.
Lin Xiaoxiao was silent for a moment, then said, "Do you want to leave here? I can help you."
Perhaps out of compassion, or perhaps because she found him pleasing to the eye, she always wanted to help him.
Luo Qingming looked down at the crushed weeds at his feet, the sunlight making his eyes slightly red.
She said softly, "No, thank you."
His body is weak and frail, and she is already married and has a family; why should he be a burden to her?
Lin Xiaoxiao paused for a moment, then took out a pill and handed it to him, "A medicine to nourish your body."
Luo Qingming glanced at her, smiled faintly, and accepted the gift. "Thank you."
It was getting late, so Lin Xiaoxiao said goodbye to him and prepared to return to Peach Blossom Village.
Luo Qingming stood under the tree, watching her petite figure for a long time, before finally putting the medicine into his pocket and giving a self-deprecating smile.
I laugh at my own soft heart.
After all, that's in line with his personality.
He should have directly clarified their relationship instead of worrying about whether he would become a burden to her.
An opportunity that was within reach was let slip away by his own hands.
I'm starting to regret it.
Upon returning to the Luo family home, he was met with a scolding and a beating.
"You little bastard, did you do this to Tianrui?" Mother Luo took a stick and struck Luo Qingming's back again and again.
Mr. Luo, smoking his pipe, came out of the kitchen and said to Mrs. Luo, "The medicine is ready. Quickly get the starter and have Tianrui drink it."
Luo's mother threw away the stick and slapped Luo Qingming across the face, saying, "You just wait."
He then went into the kitchen, and when he came out, he was holding a knife and a large bowl.
He walked up to Luo Qingming and coldly scolded, "Hurry up and put your hand out."
Luo Qingming did not move, kneeling in the main room with her head bowed.
"You bastard, you still dare to disobey me." Luo's mother had Luo's father hold the bowl, grabbed Luo Qingming's arm, and lightly cut his wrist with a knife.
The force was just right; it didn't completely sever his artery, but it was enough to ensure that blood would trickle down.
Numb, Luo Qingming looked up at his slashed wrist. The images before him overlapped, and the layered shadows made him dizzy.
"Bang!"
He collapsed to the ground, his face turning ashen.
Startled, Luo's mother reflexively shook off his arm. "Is he dead?"
Luo's father reacted quickly, grabbing a piece of cloth. "Quickly stop the bleeding, or he'll die."
Tianrui's illness requires Luo Qingming's blood to be used in his medicine every week.
Although they have now found another alternative.
But the substitute is still too young, and the fortune teller said that bloodletting should only be done after the child is at least five years old.
Whether Luo Qingming lives or dies is not important; what is important is that Tianrui cannot do without him as a blood bank.
We can't afford to let anything happen to him right now.
Luo's mother bandaged Luo Qingming's wound, and Luo's father said reproachfully, "I told you not to hit him when you were going to bleed him. Now look what happened, only half a bowl of blood was drawn, and the effect is greatly reduced."
Luo's mother tied a tight knot, then used a knife to cut open Luo Qingming's other wrist. "Why don't you just put half a bowl here?"
"So what if he's a lowly bastard? He's got a lucky life."
Upon checking that Luo Qingming was still breathing, Luo's mother cursed.
After draining the blood, they used the same method to stop the bleeding. The two were in a hurry to give their son the medicine and the blood, ignoring Luo Qingming lying on the ground.
Inside the room, Luo Tianrui clutched his chest, suppressing his nausea as he drank all the blood.
As he grew up, he questioned the effects of drinking human blood, but the sorceress said that only in this way could he live, and once the blood supply stopped, his body would deteriorate in a short time.
As it turned out, the sorceress's remedy was very effective.
Luo Tianrui clearly felt that his health had improved over the past two years, and his parents were also making arrangements to find him a wife so that the Luo family could continue its lineage.
When the topic of getting a wife came up, Luo Tianrui's eyes lit up.
He said to Luo's father and mother, "Dad, Mom, I've taken a liking to a female comrade. Please help me."
Mr. and Mrs. Luo exchanged a glance, both seeing joy in each other's eyes.
My son is willing to get married! This is such a wonderful thing!
In the past two years, Tianrui has tried to set up countless girls with her, but he hasn't liked any of them. His standards are so high that the couple doesn't know what to say.
Luo's mother readily assured her, "Okay, leave it to me. Which village is that girl from? What's her name...?"
Luo Tianrui looked regretful.
Why did I forget to ask that back then?
But it doesn't matter, that girl looks so much like Luo Qingming, she'll be easy to find.
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