When Luo Qianqian awakened, she no longer knew what ti it was, and Jimo Cheng happened to be sitting by her bedside, already asleep leaning on the bed edge.
On a chair to the side, Fang Youyuan sat with his arms crossed, his face devoid of any humor, maintaining a stern expression.
Feeling her gaze, Fang Youyuan opened his eyes, only to see Luo Qianqian sitting up and looking at him in a daze.
"Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" Fang Youyuan quickly approached.
Jimo Cheng, awakened by Fang Youyuan’s voice, hastily rubbed his eyes, noticing Luo Qianqian’s bewildered look, then hurriedly touched her forehead with relief: "What would you like to eat? You slept through the night, didn’t even have dinner. Truly a little lazy pig."
Looking out the window, it was evidently already daylight, Jimo Cheng chuckled: "Shall we bathe first?"
Luo Qianqian blankly nodded, only showing astonishnt after the two left: "A whole night???"
She had certainly been whipped by the old man countless tis, just because her luck thod was wrong...
She rolled up her sleeve but saw no scars, yet the pain was undeniably present.
Shaking her head in puzzlent, she looked at the backpack beside her and stuck out her tongue at it without ceremony: "Bleh bleh bleh, poo poo poo."
After Jimo Cheng had fetched change clothes for Luo Qianqian, he and Fang Youyuan lowered the curtain and exited the room.
The two stood at the doorway, their previous weariness replaced with solemn faces.
"Do you feel that it’s suitable for her to go there?" Fang Youyuan looked at Jimo Cheng’s face, his expression filled with worry.
Jimo Cheng sighed: "Not suitable." But just because it’s unsuitable, does that an she shouldn’t go?
When Grandpa knows, the clan would know too, when could Grandpa decide such things?
The two exchanged glances and sighed again.
"Suddenly feel that if I hadn’t appeared, she would certainly be a happy little girl." Jimo Cheng suddenly laughed bitterly, full of regret: "My father left because of this, I don’t want to see Jin Yuee also..."
"Not at all, don’t overthink." Fang Youyuan didn’t hesitate to embrace the sorrowful-looking Jimo Cheng, gently patting his back: "How many accidents really happen?"
"Not many?" Jimo Cheng asked morosely in Fang Youyuan’s embrace.
Both their parents were gone, leading to a strong bond between them, perhaps feeling a mutual empathy, understanding that neither had it easy.
Fang Youyuan fell silent, always wishing these events wouldn’t happen around him, feeling perhaps he was ’favored’ by a deity. Yet, if a deity truly existed, at this mont, his only wish would be for everything to return to its original state, preferring never to et than witnessing this turn of events.
"Senior brother." Jimo Cheng suddenly asked with a few hints of seriousness: "If I annulled the marriage with Jin Yuee..."
Fang Youyuan paused montarily before also smiling wryly: "Even if you annulled the engagent, she’s still our junior sister." After pausing, he added: "If she wasn’t your little fiancée nor our junior sister, then wouldn’t her previous troubles resurface?"
"But now she shouldn’t be afraid..."
Afraid? Luo Qianqian, after putting on her clothes, crouched inside the door, smiling bitterly.
Had she ever been afraid?
Initially, it was Old Master Luo’s unilateral decision, later Jimo Cheng’s sincere involvent, and then various inexplicable events ensued, which she still hadn’t fully embraced, can the issue of fear or not even exist?
Yet she understood clearly that the two outside the door ant well for her.
"You know?" Luo Qianqian softly opened with her back to the door, causing the two outside to freeze.
"Even if I wasn’t in my current status, I have my identity, whichever identity would be targeted by the Gongyang Family." After all, she had already acted against Gongyang Che.
Though it was initially due to frustration, with Gongyang Che using Lu Simiao as a threat, losing control, she still rembered what she said and did, although at the ti her mind was a blank.
"Jin Yuee." Fang Youyuan froze for a mont.
"Senior brother, you witnessed it too, so whether it’s the Luo Family or the Jimo Family, they have been implicated by , shouldn’t I be responsible for my actions?"
"You’re still a child." Jimo Cheng promptly declared with unwavering firmness: "Even the law wouldn’t..."
"How about from a moral standpoint?" Luo Qianqian stood to open the door with a smile, allowing the two to enter, her fingers casually dipping into the large wooden bath tub in the room, instantly freezing the water into ice.
Jimo Cheng stood speechless, witnessing this.
Fang Youyuan had already seen it, thus wasn’t as shocked, yet his face exaggeratedly displayed astonishnt.
Luo Qianqian smiled at the ice: "The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. Those stronger than save the world, what’s wrong with saving my own family, friends, seniors?"
None at all, but if all this... Fang Youyuan frowned tightly, visibly unconvinced.
"Yet, I’d rather not know you, nor wish you would die because of ... us." Jimo Cheng gazed at Luo Qianqian with solemnity adorning his fair face.
Luo Qianqian paused, then smiled: "Isn’t every event an inevitable fate? Can’t escape it, can’t forget it. Instead of evading, better to face it with composure. Life is singular, the way of living depends on the individual’s thinking."
Jimo Cheng sighed, nodded, then fell silent. Yet his face expressed reluctance.
Internally, Luo Qianqian sighed, for wasn’t she repaying the Jimo Family’s kindness?
Indeed, they had protected her, which was a fact.
"By the way, this weekend you said it was settled." Luo Qianqian looked at Jimo Cheng, blinking: "That person, hasn’t they contacted you?"
Jimo Cheng hesitated but didn’t reach for his phone, looking at Luo Qianqian instead: "You just..."
Luo Qianqian shook her head: "I’m fine, can’t frequently cancel, right?"
Jimo Cheng then took out his phone, kneading his temples: "Scheduled for half-past eight, still an hour left."
Luo Qianqian nodded: "Then let’s eat first, I’m starving." She said expectantly, looking at the two.
Fang Youyuan nodded, turned to leave. Jimo Cheng led Luo Qianqian towards Grandpa Kong’s room.
Grandpa Kong was engaged in his morning exercises, imdiately stopping upon noticing Luo Qianqian, a face full of concern: "Are you alright, feeling better?"
Seeing Grandpa Kong’s deanor, Luo Qianqian grinned: "As long as Grandpa Kong doesn’t bla for being reckless, I’m alright."
"Reckless?" Grandpa Kong stilled, then understood, bitterly shaking his head: "You’re overly cautious, should just kill him or incapacitate him directly. You only stirred that old fool’s ire."
Luo Qianqian shrugged, an indifferent expression: "No matter what he does, Gongyang Che is rely one of his grandsons."
"Given his character, you’re not wrong." Grandpa Kong sighed, inviting Luo Qianqian and Jimo Cheng to sit: "Where’s your senior brother?"
"Off to research breakfast, Jin Yuee said she was hungry." Jimo Cheng replied.
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