Although Ji Qiutang seed capricious, as if his previous pause was just an unintentional gesture, Bi Xia still sensed sothing was wrong.
Her starry eyes half-narrowed, deeply fixed on Ji Qiutang. Those starry eyes, with pupils like obsidian, appeared to contain an endless night sky. At a glance, they were shimring starry brilliance, and the occasional flowing azure was more like the Galaxy in the night sky, captivating and reluctant to leave.
The depth and darkness within, accompanied by the lazy half-closed eyelids, though seemingly a sinister smile, contained such coldness and indifference, akin to a perspective glass, rendering one transparent under those starry eyes, with no secrets, exposing one’s filth and ugliness without concealnt.
Despite this, Ji Qiutang is Second Young Master Ji, known as the smiling tiger in Beijing; even under Qin Zhan’s coldness and Feng Zhihuai’s fury, he remains unfazed, a man who can pull off a lie with a straight face. Moreover, this ti it wasn’t his lie, but...
He glanced over at the youngster in a vest looking carefree at him. Ji Qiutang curled his lips, as if soone else was telling a huge lie...
Innocently shrugging his shoulders, he raised his hand and patted the small hand always resting on his shoulder, "Why are you looking at ? Hurry up and find an exit, or if Yu Tian wakes up and activates the bomb in this underground chamber, we probably won’t have anyone to protect us."
Saying this, he gestured with his mouth, nodding his chin towards Bi Xia’s back.
Bi Xia frowned, withdrew her hand, straightened up, and turned around. She saw the child wearing her coat standing in place, looking shaky without her support.
"How are you?"
Bi Xia, at this mont, didn’t want to care about what Ji Qiutang was thinking or discovering. She hastened to the child’s side, supporting him with one hand.
The child was panting heavily, clutching the coat in front of his heart tightly with small hands, cold sweat trickling down his forehead, his little face pale as if he was about to die in the next second.
However, those big eyes, unlike the blurred hollow ones before, were now shining brightly, greedily fixed on Bi Xia before him. His other hand slowly reached out towards Bi Xia, as if trying to grab the hem of her clothes.
For so reason, Bi Xia felt she had seen these eyes sowhere before, the gaze was very familiar, yet she couldn’t recall where she had seen them.
"Don’t move, is your heart uncomfortable? Don’t worry, we’ll leave soon and go to the hospital, alright?" Bi Xia dared not move recklessly, fearing the child might faint, so she spoke softly.
Upon hearing Bi Xia’s words, the child nodded laboriously. He tried to open his mouth, extrely slowly and arduously uttering a word, "Connect... poof—"
Before Bi Xia could guess what the word ant, the child suddenly spat blood beside her, so of which splattered onto Bi Xia’s arm. Then, a soft body fell into her embrace.
Instinctively, Bi Xia caught the fainted child, dumbfoundedly holding the child who had been clinging to her leg monts before but now had lost consciousness. She looked at Ji Qiutang, her mouth opening, unsure what to say.
Ji Qiutang had originally intended to use the child’s slightly strange appearance to divert Bi Xia’s attention, but he hadn’t expected the child to suddenly faint without warning.
Originally composed and indifferent, his starry eyes now surged with agitation. The anxiety and urgency within drove Ji Qiutang forward subconsciously. He took a step, paused, then stepped forward again, "Little Nine, lay the child down, let have a look, alright?"
Bi Xia looked at Ji Qiutang, and finally laid the child on the ground, "You know dicine?"
"A little. In the military, after so many missions and injuries, I’ve learned a bit over ti."
Saying this, Ji Qiutang pulled down the zipper of the child’s coat, revealing the scar at his heart. The scar was no longer pale but red and swollen, the stitches torn and leaking pus, clearly showing signs of worsening infection.
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