The villain heroine turned evil again after being saved by him

Chapter 41: Heavy rain pours down. It sounds terrible.

Dense rain poured down, and Jiang Lingsi felt cold all over, as if cold wind was blowing into his heart.

The sound of sirens came not far away, and the yellow-haired people came to their senses and realized that the girl in front of them really called the police.

They didn't care about the people lying on the ground, they just dropped their weapons and ran away.

Xi Ruan turned his back to Jiang Lingsi, put down his arms, lowered his head and was reluctant to turn around.

Jiang Lingsi looked at her in a daze.

Not until he realized that her thin dress was soaked by the rain and the girl's body seemed to be shivering in the rain did he grab her and pick her up from behind.

"Come home with me first."

He looked down at her who buried her head in his arms, pursed his lips, and strode towards home.

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There was the sound of dripping water coming from the bathroom and the sound of rustling rain outside the window.

Jiang Lingsi sat on the carpet, leaning against the bed at the back and smoking.

The scene just now echoed in his mind, and after he exhaled a puff of smoke, his mind went blank.

Suddenly, the sound of water stopped and there was a noise coming from the bathroom. Jiang Lingsi immediately put out his cigarette, got up and opened the window to dissipate the smell of smoke.

When Xi Ruan came out, there was only a cool and damp smell of rain in the room.

The girl was wearing Jiang Lingsi's loose pajamas and pants, her hair was still dripping with water, and all the makeup on her face had been washed off, revealing a clean and fair little face.

"Why aren't you blow-drying your hair?" Jiang Lingsi asked, then realized that the hair dryer was not in the bathroom at all.

He took out a hair dryer from the bedside table, sat on the bed and waved at her, "Come here."

Xi Ruan lowered her eyes and walked over, and at Jiang Lingsi's signal, sat on the carpet in front of the bed.

Jiang Lingsi plugged in the bolt, turned on the hair dryer, and started blowing the hair of the girl who was curled up between his legs with her hands on her knees.

He ran his slender fingers through her hair, and suddenly remembered the first time he blow-dried her hair when she was a child. Instead, he blew her hair into a mess, and the back of her head was almost tangled like a bird's nest.

That time they were playing with water guns together. They played so wildly that they were soaked. He was afraid that she would be scolded when she got home, so he took her to her grandparents' house to give her a shower and change clothes. Out of curiosity, he tried to blow dry her hair.

However, when she returned home at night, her father still found her playing in the water because the smell from head to toe was different from what she used to have at home.

Xi Ruan at that time was nothing like she is now. Sometimes she complained that the wind was too hot, sometimes she complained that he blew her face, and finally she complained that he blew her hair into a tangle.

but now……

She was eerily quiet.

The way she huddled up and didn't dare to look at him made him a little flustered...

A few minutes later, the "booming" sound of the hair dryer stopped. Jiang Lingsi put the hair dryer aside, reached out to stroke her hair, and pulled out his legs to sit cross-legged on the bed.

"Xi Ruan." He called her in a deep voice, and finally couldn't help but mention what happened just now, "Your voice—"

"It sounds terrible, right?" A hoarse voice interrupted him, with an obvious tremor.

Jiang Lingsi's breathing stagnated, and regret filled his dark eyes.

He smacked his lips a few times, but in the end he still didn't respond to her words.

The room fell into silence, and the sound of rain outside became more intense.

Jiang Lingsi looked at her in front of him and lowered his eyelashes.

"Listen to some music, you'll feel better." He stretched out his arm and turned on the speaker on the bedside.

The ethereal and melodious music lingered in the room. It was the familiar "Song of Hope", the song that brings strength and hope to people.

Xi Ruan buried her head between her legs, letting all her hair fall down.

After a long while, she spoke again, "Do you like her songs very much?"

Jiang Ling fluttered his long eyelashes, hummed softly, then leaned against the head of the bed and stretched out his long legs.

"When my mom first died, I was in a state of confusion for a while."

This was the first time he mentioned his own affairs to Xi Ruan.

"She found out that my father had lied to her, couldn't accept the reality, and committed suicide."

Xi Ruan tightened the fingers that were gripping her arms and turned her head slightly.

"I can't accept it either."

He sneered, "You don't know, my father's illegitimate son is older than me, and he brought his mistress and that child home less than three months after my mother died."

"Everything was taken away from me and my mom: our lover, our father, our home, and the company that my mom had worked so hard to help my dad run."

"During that time, I felt that I was betrayed by the whole world. I felt that my mother was irresponsible and abandoned me. I even wanted to leave with her."

He sighed imperceptibly and looked at the ceiling. His voice sounded a little light, as if he was lost in memories.

"That day, I wanted to find a tall building to jump off."

“Later, when I walked to the intersection, the convenience store next to me was playing the song, and the big screen in the shopping mall opposite was playing the MV of the song.”

"I stood there for a long time, the melody of the song was in my mind. Then I figured it out. I want to live well, I want revenge, I want to make them lose everything."

"So," Jiang Lingsi turned his head to look at Xi Ruan, "You can listen to this song when you are in a bad mood. Maybe it can give you some strength."

With a rare gentle tone, he turned his head to look at Xi Ruan beside the bed.

The girl curled up by the bed finally moved.

She slowly raised her head, her hair a little messy, and turned her gaze to him.

Suddenly, she gave him the sweetest smile, but her fair little face was already covered with tear marks.

Tears slid down her cheeks and dripped silently.

She put the phone on the bed, tapped her fingers, and choked up at him with red eyes: "Then do you want to listen to her...last song that hasn't been released yet?"

A strange tune, a familiar voice, music that had never been heard before echoed softly in the room.

Jiang Lingsi's eyes widened slightly. How could she have XR's unreleased songs! ?

In an instant, all the details came together: her loss of voice, the disappearance of XR, her mood swings due to singing, and the initials of her name...

"You are XR!?" Jiang Lingsi grabbed her arm.

The girl looked at him with her misty eyes, then smiled.

Tears fell from her eyes, and she nodded gently amid Jiang Lingsi's turbulent mind.

The rain outside the window was pouring down and the lightning was striking mercilessly.

There was a flash of lightning in Jiang Lingsi's dark eyes. He clenched her wrist tightly and finally couldn't help it and pulled her into his arms.

He never dared to imagine this possibility.

For an ordinary person, having their vocal cords destroyed is a fatal blow that is difficult to accept, let alone her.

But for him, she tore the scar that she couldn't bear to touch in front of so many people, until it bled.

What is the difference between the Siren losing her most proud song and losing her life and soul?

The "Song of Hope" that once brought hope to so many people...in her ears—maybe it has become despair.

That was her swan song that she would never be able to touch again.

"Little softie." He called her, felt her warm tears falling on his neck, and hugged her tightly.

She even cried silently.

"Little softie, cry it out."

"It doesn't matter if others don't like your voice, and it doesn't matter if you don't like it either." He paused, put his hand on the back of her head, and whispered in a deep voice:

"You don't need to give hope to others anymore. Just be the Siren that only I know."

Be a siren just for him, and speak only to him.

No matter what her voice sounded like, even if it was hoarse, he was willing to be fascinated by her.

Xi Ruan was slightly stunned.

Feeling his trembling breath and hot body temperature, she slowly closed her eyes, and finally hugged him tightly, crying loudly.

She used to be so proud. She was a singer known as "Siren".

But overnight, her singing voice disappeared, and her pride and dreams were shattered.

Everyone said she brought them hope, but where was her hope?

Where are her hopes? !

Can a siren without a singing voice still be called a siren? !

It's another day when I feel sorry for my daughter goose

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