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

Obviously when they separated at the station, the girl was jumping up and down and smiling so happily.

It only took 30 minutes, and they destroyed it like this in 30 minutes!

On the way from Qiongsen to Tang's house, Qiao Sen drove the car, and neither of them dared to let Xiao Jingchuan drive.

At that time, his eyes were red, and apart from worry, there was only one thought left in his mind:

kill them.

It's like an evil ghost who has been imprisoned for thousands of years without having to eat hair or drink blood. Before he is about to be released, he sends out evil and bloodthirsty inducements to his mentally broken and unstable host.

Kill them, break their necks, use sharp tools to slit the tempting arteries...

The increasingly swollen and accelerating pulse and heartbeat in my ears were like a weird, gibbering laugh.

The violent energy and blood filled his limbs, reaching its peak when he kicked the door shut.

Until he saw the pinned and broken Tang Jiao at a glance, the blood mist dispersed in his mind, and the murderous intention and madness that he was about to try disappeared like an ebbing tide.

He was still trembling, still full of desire.

But he was trembling because of heartache, and full of endless twisted desire to take her under his wings.

Bring it back and hide it.

Xiao Jingchuan's deep and waveless eyes silently surged with a dark and treacherous desire for protection and possessiveness.

The tall young man stood up and quietly sat on the edge of his bed.

The slender limbs had nowhere to rest, so they could only bend down carefully and lie on their side next to the sleeping girl.

He stared deeply at the girl's pale brows that finally relaxed. For a long time, he slowly and carefully curled up his body until his head gently touched the girl's warm head.

This was the first time that the two of them were lying on the same bed, their hair intertwined.

The girl's slightly bitter fragrance fills her nose, which is reassuring...

The night was dark.

Three-quarters of the space on the two-meter-wide bed was empty.

The young man lay on his side on the quilt and fell asleep, his slender and broad figure firmly covering the delicate figure sleeping peacefully in the other nest.

Like a lonely and stubborn wolf king, entrenched and guarding his only treasure.

Lin Xiaopei stood at the door, looked at each other and Xiao Sheng, and silently closed the door again.

three days later.

"Come on, how do you feel about your appetite today? Mother Xiao asked Aunt Juan to make your favorite fish soup!"

Lin Xiaopei took a spoon and scooped out a big spoonful and put it into the bowl of wild rice noodles.

"Thank you, Mother Xiao, everything I eat tastes delicious now."

After two days of drinking the porridge, Tang Jiao's mouth was filled with tears. She happily ate spoonful after spoonful without stopping with her chopsticks.

Whatever Lin Xiaopei gave her, she ate deliciously and stuffed it into her mouth.

But she couldn't eat as fast as she was being fed, and soon the bowl was piled up again.

Tang Ziao could only speed up, chewed twice and then swallowed it in his mouth, choking until his face turned red.

"Mom, stop feeding me."

Xiao Jingchuan put the cup into Tang Jiao's hand and asked her to drink some water. He stretched his hand to her back and patted her gently, "Eat slowly, and leave it until you finish it."

Tang Jiao shyly glanced at Xiao Sheng and Lin Xiao Pei who were sitting opposite, and whispered to Xiao Jingchuan:

"I can eat it. I'm just greedy, so I'll eat it slowly."

Lin Xiaopei held her hands up and watched Tang Jiao eat, but Xiao Sheng couldn't stand it anymore and gave her some chopsticks to eat, telling her not to worry about feeding and to eat by herself, so as not to make the child uncomfortable.

After eating, Tang Jiao was so exhausted that he went for a walk in the garden with Pudding in his arms.

Xiao Jingchuan stood on the balcony on the second floor and looked at the girl's back.

Tang Jiao walked slowly with the cat in her arms. Pudding lost his patience and jumped from her arms to the ground.

Pudding chased a butterfly and fluttered all over the yard, but Tang Jiao stopped as if he was frozen.

She lowered her head slightly, and her long black hair was spread behind her head, with some strokes hanging down, covering the side of her face, making her expression unclear.

Thin again.

Since the symptoms of the disease recurred, Tang Zhi has lost weight visibly to the naked eye, and his bright and smooth face has gradually become sickly.

Just like a flower that is about to bloom, it suddenly experiences frost and snow, and is gradually withering inexorably.

"Chuan'er, are you okay?"

Lin Xiaopei came over and stood next to Xiao Jingchuan, following his gaze towards Tang Zi, who was standing alone in a garden full of flowers and green leaves.

"Will be fine."

Xiao Jingchuan only said three words in a slightly hoarse voice.

Lin Xiaopei's eyes turned red when she saw her son's side face becoming more and more fierce as he also lost half a point.

"Mom is asking you, are you okay?"

Xiao Jingchuan froze.

"Chuan'er, mom...just in case, just in case..."

Lin Xiaopei covered her mouth, choked with sobs and couldn't speak, "Can you promise mom, okay?"

Xiao Jingchuan didn't turn his head, his eyes still stubbornly fell on Tang Jiao, but the hand hanging by his side was tightly clenched, with blue veins popping out.

After a long time, he only replied: "She will get better, completely."

With a determination that no one can shake.

Lin Xiaopei's tears instantly flowed down, "Chuan'er..."

"mom."

Xiao Jingchuan turned his head and looked at his mother intently. Even if she was naturally beautiful and carefully maintained, there would still be a few silver strands on her temples.

"I'm moving forward. Only with her can I move forward."

Lin Xiaopei's heart was shocked. She covered her mouth and couldn't stop crying. She could only nod her head repeatedly.

"Mom knows, mom knows."

How can a mother not know that her beloved and distressed little son has changed a lot in the past two years.

Showing off his youthful spirit, he has a lot of happiness and tenderness. He is no longer the cold-faced and silent young man in the past when he was alone.

Even, this year, when their family went to visit Xiao Qing.

The younger brother sat alone on the ground in front of his sister's grave. He didn't know what he said and smiled.

That smile is like the sister with a bright and hearty smile on the tombstone.

That was the first time in 11 years.

The haze that has weighed on Xiao's family for more than ten years seems to be finally dissipating with Xiao Jingchuan's smile in front of Xiao Qing's grave.

Lin Xiaopei wiped the tears on her face, raised her hand to caress her son's tall and tall figure, sighed and said happily:

"Just do whatever you want to do. Dad and I will always love you."

The corners of Xiao Jingchuan's lips curled up slightly, and he turned his head and shouted to Tang Jiao, who was still standing in the garden.

"Jiaojiao, come back, it's time to take medicine."

Tang Jiao came to his senses and looked around in confusion for a while before looking up and seeing Xiao Jingchuan and Lin Xiaopei on the second floor.

"Ah, good."

She turned around and wanted to go back to the house, but then she remembered that Pudding was still playing outside, and she bent over looking for the cat.

Lin Xiaopei felt a little relaxed, but couldn't help but smile, with unconcealable affection on his face: "This child."

Tang Jiao found the pudding covered in flower and grass shavings under the flowers and carried it into the house.

The mother and son stood on the balcony and blew in the wind quietly for a while.

Lin Xiaopei patted her son's arm again, "You guys go ahead and play. Mom is going back to the room first."

She turned around and was about to leave, but her eyes accidentally glanced at the gate outside the garden not far away.

"Eh? Is there someone outside our house?"