"Why should I?" Ji Xiaoxiao asked without turning her head.
Qiao Heyun's lips trembled slightly, and she finally resignedly lowered her head.
He hurt her, so why should he force her to save him?
A dignified seven-foot-tall man, utterly fragile and humiliated, as if shrouded in endless black mist, Qiao Heyun's face became increasingly indistinct, revealing a heart of glass, whether of sorrow or joy.
"It's time." Qiao Heyun made up her mind that she would never let Leng Hanxuan slaughter her again.
Some fear death, others fear a life worse than death. On the road to the underworld, desolate and indifferent, Qiao Heyun, before his death, vowed to have Leng Hanxuan and Song Weiwei buried with him.
Thinking of this, Qiao Heyun broke into a broad, overjoyed smile.
One moment, they vowed to perish together with the enemy. The next, they were filled with suspicion and made a big fuss.
"Um?"
Qiao Heyun swayed her body and suddenly realized that she felt as free and easy as the wind that comes and goes without a trace.
"Are you silly?" Ji Xiaoxiao's cheeks flushed slightly, and she moved awkwardly, saying shyly, "If you're not busy, get dressed. We're leaving."
"Anran?" Qiao Heyun asked incredulously.
Unable to bear it any longer, Ji Xiaoxiao slapped Qiao Heyun's head hard. It didn't hurt; as if waking from a dream, the white mist vanished, and Qiao Heyun's eyes instantly reddened. He quickly dressed and followed Ji Xiaoxiao closely, leaving the hellish place that had driven him mad.
After leaving the Leng family's house, Ji Xiaoxiao and Qiao Heyun walked side by side, looking for the car they had parked earlier, but they couldn't find it anywhere.
If you can't find it, you can't find it. There's a path under your feet; just walk it yourself!
It's easy to say, but Qiao Heyun was whipped by Leng Hanxuan and was covered in injuries. Her energy and strength were completely exhausted, and she walked unsteadily, as if she could be blown away by the wind.
Ji Xiaoxiao strode forward, past Qiao Heyun, and squatted down.
"Come on up." Ji Xiaoxiao was about to carry Qiao Heyun on her back.
Qiao Heyun was confused for a moment, and after a while, she hurriedly shook her head.
"No need, I'm a grown man, I can walk by myself."
Ji Xiaoxiao lent a hand and rescued him from the den of wolves and demons, for which Qiao Heyun had no way to repay her. Now, for his savior to carry him on her back was highly inappropriate.
"You've been walking all this way, bleeding the whole way. Can your body produce blood indefinitely?" Ji Xiaoxiao turned around and glanced at Qiao Heyun. "Stop being so indecisive, big man. Just say one word and get up here. I don't want to save you only to have you die from blood loss in the end."
Only you know your own body. If he insists on refusing Ji Xiaoxiao's good intentions, then his death from excessive blood loss is definitely not just a joke Ji Xiaoxiao is playing.
I can't bear to part with it, I really can't bear to!
Qiao Heyun awkwardly climbed onto Ji Xiaoxiao's back, burying her face in her waist and back, not daring to look around. Ji Xiaoxiao weighed Qiao Heyun in her arms and easily carried her all the way.
Along the way, a chilly wind blew, and the silence was profound, yet it was also as warm as spring, creating a joyful atmosphere.
"Anran, how about I tell you a story?" Qiao Heyun's voice was muffled.
Ji Xiaoxiao has no interest in digging up other people's old wounds, but if it's just something to listen to, Ji Xiaoxiao is still happy to risk her life to accompany the gentleman.
"There was a little boy named Xiao Qiao. When he was three years old, he met a little boy named Xiao Leng. The two children were still young and did not understand the intrigues and power struggles of the adult world. Their happiest moments were holding hands and playing with building blocks and other toys. However, two years later, Xiao Leng disappeared. Xiao Qiao was very unhappy and went on a hunger strike for several days. As time went by, Xiao Qiao gradually forgot about his playmate Xiao Leng. It wasn't until Xiao Qiao turned eighteen that Xiao Leng reappeared."
A man sheds blood but not tears, only when he is truly heartbroken. Qiao Heyun sobbed softly, suppressing his sobs, while the cold water behind him scalded Ji Xiaoxiao.
"The person I can't forget, Xiao Qiao recognized Xiao Leng. He thought they would be good friends again, just like before. However, everyone changes, and Xiao Leng's change was drastic. Xiao Leng became very irritable and bloodthirsty. When Xiao Qiao discovered this, he tried to escape but was caught by Xiao Leng. Xiao Leng tied Xiao Qiao up and whipped him every day. Xiao Qiao would resist, but over time, his mind and body underwent a huge change. He began to enjoy being hit and scolded."
"Anran, do you think this kind of person is a pervert?" Qiao Heyun asked Ji Xiaoxiao.
Ji Xiaoxiao did not answer, because other people's pain will never be forgotten or vanished because of a single sentence.
"Xiao Qiao thought his life would just go on like this, but then he met a girl. She was beautiful and gentle, and Xiao Qiao felt safe and relaxed with her. However, without anyone to scold or punish him, Xiao Qiao felt uneasy. One day, the girl wasn't home, but her sister came to the door, and Xiao Qiao, confused and bewildered, had sex with her. After that, the girl's sister took advantage of Xiao Qiao. Although Xiao Qiao loved the girl, he couldn't leave her sister and obeyed her every whim, doing terrible things to the girl. She was an innocent person, yet because of me…."
In a normal society, no one likes to be disconnected from society. Unless you're mentally unstable, nobody wants to be humiliated and verbally abused all the time.
After listening to Qiao Heyun's story, Ji Xiaoxiao carried him even more steadily. They were both in the same boat, why make things difficult for one another?
When Ji Xiaoxiao took Qiao Heyun away, she had already guessed that Qiao Heyun had experienced most of the same or similar things as the original owner of this body. Sure enough, Qiao Heyun's own account completely proved this point.
"Does Xiao Qiao want to make it up to that girl?"
Qiao Heyun almost thought that Ji Xiaoxiao would not say another word to him, but upon hearing the warbling of birds, his heart began to pound uncontrollably again.
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