Luo Yunhe looked at the half-dead figure lying on the ground, a smile appearing on her lips, and reached out to cover his embroidered hair.
Unexpectedly, they encountered a pair of panicked eyes.
Luo Yunhe laughed: "Are you coming with me, or will you continue to lie here and let them continue to humiliate you?"
Luo Jiaojiao had been tortured beyond recognition. When he saw that it was Luo Yunhe who had saved him, he felt not only apprehension but also fear and guilt.
He had treated him so badly before, yet now this man was willing to take him away from this hellish place. He felt there was something going on, but he dared not gamble on it.
But he was also worried that if he stayed, he would only face certain death, so he was torn.
Luo Yunhe noticed his struggling expression, a disdainful smile curling at the corner of her lips. She slowly stood up, dusted off her clothes, and took a step to leave.
Seeing that the only person who could save her had left, Luo Jiaojiao didn't care about anything else and quickly supported herself as she crawled towards Luo Yunhe's direction.
"Take me away, please take me away, please, take me away, I'm willing to go with you!" He was terrified and wanted to reach out and grab Luo Yunhe, but then he remembered something and silently withdrew his hand.
Seeing his disheveled appearance, Luo Yunhe didn't say anything, but instead spoke coldly.
"If you want to come with me, then stand up and walk yourself!"
Luo Jiaojiao was covered in wounds and could barely stand, but in order to leave this place, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and stand up.
She followed Luo Yunhe step by step away from the Hidden Man's Market.
Luo Yunhe didn't bring him any toiletries or anything like that; instead, she bought him two steamed buns from a roadside stall and handed them to him.
Having not eaten her fill in a long time, Luo Jiaojiao didn't care about anything else and started munching on a steamed bun.
Looking at him now, Luo Yunhe sneered, feeling no sympathy for his seven-colored appearance but rather a bit of mockery.
"Luo Jiaojiao, do you regret it now?"
Luo Jiaojiao paused slightly while eating, but quickly resumed eating, seemingly not understanding what he meant at all.
"Luo Jiaojiao, I have regained my memories!"
Hearing Luo Yunhe explain everything, the half-eaten steamed bun fell to the ground with a thud.
“Originally, I hadn’t regained these memories, but your appearance did stimulate me, causing me to regain them. I regained my memories a long time ago, and I’ve already been planning how to take revenge on you,” Luo Yunhe said with a smile.
Luo Jiaojiao lowered her head and did not speak. She only knew that she was very scared and did not know what was coming to her.
"Now that you've regained your memories, why did you rescue me from there?"
Luo Yunhe did not answer his question.
Do you hate me? Who do you hate? Me? In all my memories, from childhood to adulthood, I've never done anything bad to you, have I?
Is it because I'm the eldest daughter of the Luo family that you resent me and did those things to me?
But have you ever considered that you are my father's adopted daughter? You are not a descendant of the Luo family.
If my father hadn't taken pity on you and adopted you back then, what do you think your situation would be now?
Our Luo family has treated you well, yet you have done such a heinous thing. Do you even have a heart?
Fortunately, God is fair and didn't approve of your actions, so I didn't end up like you expected.
And what about what Li Muran did to you? Shouldn't you be hating him?
With each word Luo Yunhe spoke, Luo Jiaojiao lowered her head further.
He recalled his impoverished childhood and how he met Grandpa Luo one day.
He took pity on him and took him home. He solemnly told him that from now on, he would be the second young lady of the Luo family, who would dress him up in new clothes, buy him jewelry, and make him look beautiful.
His adopted daughter even had everything that his biological daughter had.
The old man who had given him warmth since childhood was so kind and approachable, but in the end...
It seems he really did something wrong, and there seem to be quite a few people he's wronged.
"Don't you understand why my father named you Jiaojiao? It was because he wanted to raise you up and free you from that painful life you used to live. But what did you do? You not only hurt him, but you also tried to kill his daughter."
Luo Jiaojiao, retribution may be delayed, but it will come eventually; everyone will pay the price for their actions.
Luo Jiaojiao cried.
Li Muran was ruthless and cruel; he didn't even cry when she treated him.
He didn't cry even when he was being humiliated and whipped in the human trafficking market.
The current prosperity of Luo Yunhe reminded him of the past, and tears welled up in his eyes involuntarily.
He was wrong, he was really wrong. He hurt all those who were sincere to him.
On the contrary, they aided and abetted the evildoers, treating them with such cruelty.
Hearing the unemployed man's cries, Luo Yunhe didn't say anything. Instead, he stood there patiently waiting for the man to calm down.
After an unknown amount of time, Luo Jiaojiao's crying finally stopped.
She stood up and hastily wiped her dirty face, then stood up and looked at Luo Yunhe in front of her.
"Sister, I'm sorry! I know I was wrong!"
"You know you were wrong?"
"Yes, I know you must hate me in your heart, after all, my father's death was indeed related to me, but I didn't do it."
Don't worry, I will definitely give you a satisfactory answer to this matter!
After Luo Jiaojiao finished speaking, she strode straight off in one of the directions.
Because he had been living in dire straits for some time, he didn't have a single decent piece of clothing on him, barely enough to cover his body.
When people see him on the street, they tend to walk away with a look of disgust.
In the past, he would have paid great attention to his image, but now he couldn't care less. He only wanted revenge and to take back everything from the Luo family for Luo Yunhe.
This is what he owes Luo Jia, so he has to repay it, otherwise he will have no face to live on for the rest of his life.
yamen.
The long-absent sound of drumming suddenly rang out, causing whispers among the surrounding people, and even the officials were somewhat surprised.
However, the officials quickly reacted. The constables swiftly stood on both sides of the courtroom, and the magistrate, adjusting his attire, took the seat of honor. A majestic voice rang out.
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