Xie Chen didn't know he would meet her again.
He never thought of forgiving her.
He blamed her.
Blame her for abandoning him and cheating on him.
Seven years old. He was seriously injured, and instead of sending him to the Northern Military Region, they simply abandoned him.
He didn't know where that place was.
Seven-year-old Xie Chen completely lost all contact with Pan Shu.
The snow fell rapidly and sadly, and Xie Chen lost his memory.
He walked alone and lived like a wandering soul for a long time. When he was seventeen years old, he vaguely remembered a greedy ghost named Banshu.
He suddenly remembered the Dawn Base. Pan Shu was there.
So he came.
What a sad decade.
"Sister..." He spoke in a low voice, a warm mist in front of his eyes, "Why did you abandon me in the first place..."
"Shushu!"
A pair of strong long arms pulled the pale and weak woman into his arms, and Xie Chen was caught off guard and stumbled to the ground.
He looked up blankly.
But I saw a handsome man caressing the woman's pale cheek tenderly.
Xie Chen's eyes moved slowly.
Only then did he notice that Panshu was well taken care of.
Black hair, fair skin and red lips.
Her thick, black hair was beautiful and smooth, and the fabric of her clothes was of excellent quality. She looked as delicate as a delicate flower that was being carefully cared for.
At least, it's much better than being with him.
Xie Chen chuckled softly.
My subconscious reaction was relief.
She had no gratitude.
You can live well too.
But without Banshu, Xie Chen really became a walking corpse.
Shang Ting glanced at Xie Chen coldly, with a strong murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Without a word, he picked up Pan Shu by the waist, lowered his eyes and gently comforted her, "Shu Shu, don't be afraid, it won't hurt soon."
Shang Ting had never been so grateful that he had healing abilities.
A few messy strands of Xie Chen's hair fell in front of his forehead. He lowered his head, and his swirling, bottomless black eyes could not be seen clearly.
A ray of light suddenly broke through the sky through the clouds.
The mournful wails of those holding the bodies of their loved ones were wrapped in the solemn snow, which made their fingertips so cold that they could not move.
Xie Chen stood there stiffly for a long time.
The only sound in his ears was Banshu's very weak "thank you". She was thinking about him.
Wen Yao asked Ye Jun to take half of the psychics to clear out the remaining zombies, and asked Fang Han to take the remaining psychics to clean up the mess. He did not bother to clean the dirty traces on his body, and hurried to check on Ban Shu's injuries.
"How...how is she?" Wen Yao realized that his hands were shaking.
Shang Ting glanced at his red eyes.
After a moment of silence, he said, "A zombie bit her."
With a "bang", Wen Yao's face turned pale, his vision went dark, and a strong smell of rust slowly seeped out of his mouth.
Shang Ting leaned against the edge of the door frame with a frown on his face, holding a cigarette between his fingertips. He hesitated for a moment but didn't light it.
But a look of deep irritation appeared on his delicate and superior eyebrows.
"We need to observe her for a few days. Maybe she'll awaken her special abilities." He chuckled softly, but that laugh was creepy no matter how you listened to it. "She's willing to risk her life for a man. No one can stop her. She's so stupid."
Only then did Wen Yao notice the young man leaning against the wall.
The young man was dressed in black, his whole body hidden in the shadows, and his extremely superior appearance made his presence very noticeable.
Wen Yao was stunned.
The boy then looked at him slowly.
He grinned, "Long time no see, Mr. Wen."
Wen Yao paused for a moment, looking him up and down with a half-smile, "Who are you?"
"You are so forgetful..." He drawled lazily, tapping his sharp jaw with his long, bony fingers. "Um...let me introduce myself. My name is Xie Chen."
Wen Yao was not surprised at all.
It's just very regrettable.
He is not dead.
——You are so lucky.
If I had known earlier, I should have been more cruel. It would not have been enough to just let him be abandoned. I should have shot him again in his frail body, letting him die on the spot.
He curled his lips politely, "Well, I remember you. Your sister often mentioned you to me."
Xie Chen looked at him coldly.
"You are lying to her. She doesn't know anything, right?"
Wen Yao raised his eyebrows sarcastically. "Is this important? If you had any sense, you shouldn't have appeared in front of her. Look... For ten years, I've protected her very well, but as soon as you came, she lay there, not knowing whether she was alive or dead. Don't you think you should have shown up?"
The young man glanced at him viciously, was silent for a while, and then forced a twitch of his lips.
He stood with his back straight and proud.
But those beautiful eyebrows suddenly drooped down in sadness.
That's right.
Originally, her eyes were innocent and bright.
Even if he just glanced at her from a distance, he could understand that she was well protected.
But as soon as he appeared, he put her in such a painful situation.
Xie Chen suddenly felt that——
He really shouldn't show up and disturb her life.
"Thank you..."
"Thank you..."
"Don't be afraid...Xie Chen, I will protect you..."
Through a pane of glass, the woman's subtle moans were clearly heard by the three men.
Shang Ting and Wen Yao's eyes both darkened.
Xie Chen was stunned for a moment.
The next second, he could no longer suppress his resentment and rage. He took a step forward and grabbed Wen Yao's collar tightly, glaring at him, "It's all because of you! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been separated from her for so long. It's all because of you!!"
ten years.
He missed her for ten years.
It’s all because of this hypocritical, fake man in front of me.
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