But her feet were still tied, and she couldn't move at all, and when she pounced, she almost fell there.
Her body was in such pain that tears were falling.
But she knew that she shouldn't cry when Wonhoon wasn't there.
Because the tears that no one cherishes are shed in vain.
She desperately raised her face so that the tears would not flow: "That's mine, you can't move, please, give it back to me." ” After a moment of silence, a sigh full of vicissitudes came.
Then it was as if something had been put on his hand.
She clenched subconsciously.
Her bow hairpin.
The man gave it back to her Since then, Tong Yao has curled up in the corner tremblingly, clutching his butterfly hairpin tightly in both hands, as well as the small bag containing three letters.
She couldn't see the outside world, she didn't know if it was night or day.
When she was hungry, someone would feed her, and when she was sleepy, she would grope her way to the bed next to her to sleep.
Perhaps because of the loss of sight, her perception and hearing became extremely sharp, she could hear footsteps in the distance, and she could detect the eyes looking at her in the dark.
The man who once put the bow in her hand had seen her a few more times later.
Although she had never seen his face with her own eyes, she knew that it was that person.
I don't know how long it was, when suddenly someone came to her, took her, and took her out of the room, and into a car.
This is supposed to be a new car, and the smell of new rubber will only be emitted by the car.
Tong Yao followed this group of robbers and began a long journey.
She quietly counts the days by the number of times she eats.
Based on the meals these people ate, they ate twice a day, probably once in the morning and once in the evening.
They would give her food to eat and take her down to make it easier for her.
Occasionally, someone would tease her with rough language, but the person who said it would be pushed away.
She knew that she was not bad-looking, and among such a few rude men, she was like a lamb into a wolf pack, but none of those people had touched her.
She could feel that they didn't want to, but they didn't dare.
Clutching her bow hairpin, she remembered the man who touched her cheek like a ghost.
Who the hell is that person Why did he kidnap himself At first, she suspected that the purpose of this person's kidnapping was to threaten Wonxun, but she had already eaten seventeen meals, and eight and a half days had passed, and she understood that this person really didn't mean to threaten Wonxun.
He was going to take himself away Why, who he is, know himself Tong Yao silently bit her lip, and in the darkness where she couldn't touch the slightest light, scenes from the past appeared in front of her like an old movie.
She remembered that night again, the night she was eighteen years old, and she heard a suspicious voice coming from next door.
At that time, I was too innocent to know what the sound meant.
So much so that now she can't believe that it was her own hysteria.
Because it is impossible for him to concoct a sound that he has never heard before, and this sound happens to be given a meaning that induces reverie at night.
If there ever was ever that kind of heavy gasping that only a man could make, who should that man be Suddenly, all the questions that had made her feel humiliated flooded into her mind.
Your mother has several suitors Your mother has been in relationships with several men Have you ever had other men in your home?
She lowered her head, clutched her head, and clenched her teeth in pain.
Who it is, who should that person be Will that person have anything to do with the robber in front of him, will it have a relationship?
A thousand doubts, ten thousand overturning doubts, she has begun to distrust her own memories, perceptions, and logic.
They said she was sick.
If she could, if she hadn't sensed that her mind was so clear, she would have even liked to believe that she was sick.
And in the midst of this chaos and helplessness, there seemed to be a little star-like fire that flashed away, and she wanted to catch it, but she could no longer find it.
I always felt that she should know who this person was, but she couldn't think of it.
At this time, she once again recalled the feeling when the person touched her cheek, and it was clearly as if she had been touched by a ghost, but now that she recalled it, she felt that the touch was a little gentle.
Besides, she was unscathed after a bumpy ride.
Why As she pondered, she heard the sound of stray footsteps in the distance, and the whispering of people, who seemed to be worried, irritable, and restless.
Her heart tightened, and all her energy was focused on her ears, keenly catching any ripple in the air.
But the air around them seemed to freeze, and everyone held their breath, and there was not even a trace of wind around, let alone a sound.
She moved her parched throat and raised her hand to touch the bow hairpin in her bag.
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There must have been something going on around her, but she didn't know what was going on.
Just as she was thinking about it, someone suddenly ran over, pulled her up, and said sharply: "Come with me" "Hurry up, take her out first" So she was forced to run forward, and the men ran very fast, grabbing her wrists and pulling forward, she realized something, her heart beat faster, and she couldn't help but shout: "Let go of me, let go of me" Footsteps began to erupt around him, the sound of men yelling at him, and even a few earth-shattering gunshots.
Eventually, the men came and surrounded them.
"Stop, don't move, put your hands up."
A few sharp stern voices rang out, and then there was a mechanical sound, a click.
The hands that had rudely gripped her wrists let go, and she stood there in a daze, not knowing where to look.
She thought, she was saved Confused, she had fallen into a solid embrace.
The breath in that embrace was so familiar, even though it smelled a little bloody, it was still so familiar that it made her want to cry.
"Yaoyao, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, there will be nothing anymore."
The man's voice, which had always been calm in the past, trembled as if he was afraid at this time.
With his voice, the darkness that had been in front of her for many days was removed, and she felt a blinding light.
Barely able to open her eyes, she leaned limply against his chest, burying her face in his shoulder socket.
The heart that had been hanging for seventeen meals finally fell to the ground.
Only then did she know that as long as she returned to his arms, she would be at ease.
"Be careful" Suddenly, a voice sounded, and with this sound came a cold and piercing sound, not loud, but it was creepy.
"Are you alright, sir?"
A lot of anxious and worried voices sounded in his ears, and immediately after, Tong Yao smelled the pungent smell of blood.
She reached out to touch it, then lowered her head, her eyes wide open and unable to adjust to the light to see.
In that darkness, she saw the color of blood red.
"Brother Xun" The moist liquid flowed out of her eyes at once, and she hugged him in the dark with her hand that had been stained with bright red blood: "Brother Xun" "Yaoyao, don't cry."
He stubbornly held on to the last breath of strength, raised his hand, and touched her cheek: "Don't be afraid, it's okay."
Nothing" With that, he collapsed in front of her.
He was wounded, injured for saving her.
The realization nearly broke her.
In the silent ward, there was only the sound of dripping silently, and she didn't dare to touch his body, only dared to hold his hand.
His hands, she was all too familiar.
It was these hands that had held her many times, led her to the wedding hall, walked up the stairs, and led her for a walk in the garden.
These hands have always had a temperature, and they will ignite a scorching flame on her body, so that she can immerse herself in it.
But now, it hung limply on the edge of the bed, allowing the cold liquid to enter.
She held those hands with both hands, and couldn't help but bow her head to kiss them.
If a kiss could make him recover, she would kiss it a thousand times a day, ten thousand times.
Letting her face press against his hand, the veins in his hand were cold from the input of the potion, and she tried to warm his hand with her own temperature.
"I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have disbelieved you, I shouldn't have doubted you."
"It's all my fault."
"It's that I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick in my head, that's why I don't believe you, I doubt you."
"You've never been bad, it's all my bad."
Her lips rubbed gently against the back of his hand, and she whispered, "Brother Xun, I love you so much, I really love you, but I always didn't believe you before, so I didn't dare to let myself understand that I loved you." ” "I don't know when I've started to love you, but I'm too cowardly to admit it.
I suspected that you had anything to do with your mother's death, and even told myself that I hated you.
I can't believe you're a good person, I can't admit that I love you, I'm afraid I'll be sorry for my mother like that."
"I'm afraid that I love you more, I'm afraid that one day I'll love so much that I forget my mother's death, I'm afraid that my mother will hate me, I have to think about leaving you and thinking that if I leave you, I won't have to worry about it" "You've been smart since you were a kid, smarter than me.
Why don't I believe you?"
She remembered the bow hairpin in her bag, and the three letters.
Suddenly, a mocking smile tugged at his lips.
She even once suspected that her so-called rebirth was a joke at all, a scam manipulated by Yuan Xun behind it.
She even thought that the people around her were coaxing and deceiving herself, and even thought that the whole world was a virtual show.
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How could she think so The three letters in her bag, as well as the bow hairpin, were ironclad in evidence, telling her that no one had ever lied to her, and that it was all true.
She was truly born again.
Brother Xun is also true.
No one is fake.
She closed her eyes, wondering why she was stubbornly following her instincts and giving up believing in the person she should trust most.
From today, from this moment on, she chooses to give up on herself.
Because Won-hoon is more trustworthy than herself. gd1806102: