The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Xiao Jingchuan sat one step closer, held Tang Jiao's face in his hands, and spoke with great care.

"Sorry Jiao Jiao."

"No matter what the reason is, I broke my promise. It's my fault that I made you wait for so long in such a cold snowy day and caused you to be comatose and hospitalized."

"You can be angry, you can scold me and hit me."

Xiao Jingchuan's eyes were too sad and heavy, and there were several wounds on his face. Tang Jiao didn't like it.

She raised her hands to hold Xiao Jingchuan's hands, brought them into her arms, leaned forward, and gently knocked her forehead against the boy's broad chest.

The nose is filled with the fresh and delicious smell of cedar.

"Well, it's your fault."

"But I forgive you."

A soft and dependent posture, the voice is also soft and touching.

Xiao Jingchuan felt that he had sighed many times tonight.

"Jiaojiao, has anyone ever told you that you can easily be bullied like this?"

"You are not someone else."

Tang Jiao shrugged indifferently, her focus entirely on Xiao Jingchuan's hands.

She moved her fingers, wanting to touch it but not daring to touch it, so she could only keep rubbing the edge of the bandage.

I was very upset.

Such a beautiful hand was injured again just a short time ago.

"It doesn't really hurt. I hurt someone else a lot worse."

Xiao Jingchuan freed up a hand, reached behind Tang Jiao and pressed down, pulling the girl into his arms completely.

Tang Jiao turned his head and listened to the heartbeat that was very close at hand. He pinched the corner of Xiao Jingchuan's clothes and asked softly, "What happened?"

Xiao Jingchuan was silent, looking at the white wall behind Tang Jiao.

Speak softly:

"Jiaojiao, are you afraid of me?"

"what?"

Tang Jiao looked up at him with a ridiculous face.

As if asking: What nonsense are you talking about? !

Xiao Jingchuan smiled helplessly, pushed her head back to his chest, rubbed the back of her head with his big palm, and spoke in a slow and deep tone.

"I'm telling you, I'll tell you any explanation you want."

The voice paused, and Tang Jiao felt the chest on the side of his face pulse slowly and heavily.

"I have a sister. Her name is Xiao Qing."

"I went to see her yesterday..."

Tang Jiao didn't wait until the next step. He rolled up Xiao Jingchuan's clothes with his thin fingers and asked curiously: "Where does my sister live? Isn't she in Jingzhou?"

"She is in Ancheng."

"In the Tianshou Cemetery in Ancheng."

Tang Jiaowo's little hands that were making trouble in Xiao Jingchuan's arms paused. She stretched out her arms in panic, grabbed the boy's waist and patted him gently.

"sorry, I do not know."

Xiao Jingchuan smiled softly, "Jiaojiao, you feel so warm."

His voice was full of laughter, but Tang Jiao felt pain in his heart for no reason.

She pulled up the quilt covering her legs and half-circled Xiao Jingchuan, then hugged him back tightly with both hands.

"Brother Jingchuan, are you cold? I'm very warm, I'm holding you."

"it is good."

Xiao Jingchuan's eyes were warm and soft, but his face gradually turned pale.

"Xiao Qing, died ten years ago because of a kidnapping caused by me..."

"That night, I was so annoyed by her that I lost my temper, smashed the Lego she gave me, and ran out of the house."

"Xiao Qing chased me out, and she happened to see me being attacked and dragged into the car. She is usually such a smart person, but she was so stupid at that time. She didn't know how to run back and call for security, so she chased after me desperately."

There was resentment in Xiao Jingchuan's voice, which made Tang Jiao feel extremely sad.

"We were detained for two days. She was in poor health, but she kept taking care of me. She even forced the kidnappers to bring me food. She has always been very annoying and powerful."

Xiao Jingchuan smiled hoarsely and spoke slower and slower.

Tang Jiao's heart kept thinking about it, she knew that what followed would not be an interesting story of surviving from a desperate situation.

"She was afraid that I would starve to death, so she begged for cold meals."

"Seeing that I refused to eat, he coaxed me and said it was delicious. I took a few bites first, and then... the rice was poisonous——"

"The food was poisonous... Zijiao, she died. Even if she was rescued and treated in the best hospital, she didn't last more than a month.

"Jiaojiao, she is dead, my sister was killed by me..."

Xiao Jingchuan was calling her.

As if asking for help, he called Tang Jiao's name hoarsely.

Tang Jiao cried out in pain. She raised her head helplessly and kept touching Xiao Jingchuan's face and hugging his neck.

"Brother Jingchuan, brother Jingchuan, it's past, it's past, it's past, it's not your fault..."

Xiao Jingchuan's face was suffocated and numb, without a single tear, but Tang Jiao's eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face.

It seemed that she shed the tears for him that he couldn't shed.

Xiao Jingchuan took a breath with a trembling voice and continued.

"Xiao Qing is grandma's most beloved granddaughter. She loves her like jewels. On the day my sister left, grandma pushed me to the ground and asked sadly why it wasn't me who died... After that, she lived in the old house for ten years. Never met me once."

"... During the military training, she also left. Before she died, she kept shouting Xiao Qing's name. When she saw me, she didn't even finish her last words and left with her eyes open."

"She has always hated me. She hated me for killing Xiao Qing, who was most like her. Even she herself was tortured by me to the point where she will never rest in peace for the rest of her life."

Tang Jiao thought about the time when Xiao Jingchuan suddenly disappeared, and it was hard to imagine the pain he had experienced.

"not like this!"

"I don't blame you, brother Jingchuan. Sister Xiaoqing must love you very much. She definitely doesn't blame you."

"Don't say that, you are very good, brother Jingchuan, don't listen to her, listen to me! You are very good..."

Xiao Jingchuan felt sad when he looked at the girl crying into tears.

If he was a monster, would he still be okay?

"I've killed people."

"I have killed people, Jiao Jiao."

The guillotine that had been hanging above his head for a long time was gently waved down by Xiao Jingchuan.

He raised his hand to cover Tang Jiaozhong's eyes.

"She was poisoned and passed out. Those beasts suddenly opened the door and came in, trying to touch her..."

"I killed those two kidnappers when I was seven years old."

"I am a born monster, Chu Fei is my current psychiatrist..."

Xiao Jingchuan calmly revealed all his secrets personally.

Like the most ruthless executioner who treats himself without mercy, his thin lips keep opening and closing, and his voice becomes more and more steady.

The white bandage gradually became wet, and his eyes fell motionlessly on half of the girl's pale face, which was covered with tears.

His wild bamboo shoots were trembling.

"...I missed my appointment today because I lost control again yesterday. On Xiaoqing's memorial day, I lost control and hit someone. Like a madman, I destroyed the old house. Her room and belongings were all destroyed. I even forgot I have to rush back to see you."

Tang Jiao bit his lip and cried.

She raised her hand to pull off the hand covering her eyes.

Xiao Jingchuan exerted slight force on his hand, but she did not move it.

He looked deeply at his girl, the pain and panic in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

"Jiaojiao, what if I hurt you one day?"

The boy's voice was desolate, as if he had been walking alone in the desert for a long time, and was about to lose his only oasis.

he is trembling...