After Su Lang grew up, the sense of youth in him had diminished quite a bit, and his face was covered in a thick beard. However, if you ignored his mouth and chin, his eyebrows and eyes still held their charm, but his complexion wasn’t good — a pallid, greenish hue. His body wasn’t in good shape either, covered in bruises, so wounds even festering, and not long before, he had been "whipped," leaving him battered and bruised.
Dong Huiying touched Su Lang’s neck; his pulse was very weak. If left unchecked, he might truly not survive.
Forget it, better to save him. After all, they were acquainted; if not for the old relations, at least for the sake of the past monts. Although this kid had never given her a kindly look, he was decent enough to her Zhi Chen.
So, she pulled out a set of Golden Needles from her pocket. Her vision was sowhat blurry, misjudging the acupuncture points initially, which caused her to prick wrongly twice, making Su Lang bleed profusely. However, she then closed her eyes, relying on touch, feeling for the points before inserting the needles correctly.
After temporarily preserving Su Lang’s little life, she grabbed one of Su Lang’s arms, huffing and puffing, dragging him through the snow.
Until they descended from the hillside, she took off her own cloak and put it on Su Lang.
Freezing to death, freezing to death!
With the cold wind blowing, she hugged her arms, shivering non-stop, looking from afar like an old hen about to freeze to death.
When Su Lang woke up, he saw a "bald-headed old lady" holding a kitchen knife, asuring it against him.
His eyes were void of expression.
"Awake?"
This was a small farmhouse courtyard rented by Dong Huiying after she encountered Su Lang the day before. The "old lady" grinned toothlessly, her smile sowhat scary.
"Since you’re awake, do it yourself." She shoved the kitchen knife into Su Lang’s hand, "Shave that beard clean yourself, it’s a ss, really annoying to look at."
Nevertheless, as soon as the knife handle was in Su Lang’s hand, it fell with a thud. Luckily, the knife missed its mark, otherwise, it might not have sliced her foot in two, but it would have given her quite the scare.
Dong Huiying froze for a mont, slowly bent down to pick up the kitchen knife, then suspiciously looked at Su Lang lying on the kang bed, "Wake up, wake up?"
Her wrinkled hand waved in front of Su Lang, but the man, though his eyes were open, seed like an empty shell, his soul long gone, as numb as a walking corpse.
Dong Huiying: "...Is the child stupid?"
The forr Su Lang was infatuated, pathological; there were tis Dong Huiying even suspected this kid had feelings for her Zhi Chen?
That Su Lang was as beautiful as a goblin, with a teenager’s willfulness, a teenager’s arrogance, yet his Inner Strength was formidable, his skills considerably powerful. Overall, even if a bit perverse, he was at least a person full of vitality.
But looking at him now, he was like a wooden stump, as if possessed by her Haoming.
No, though her Haoming was sparing with words, he at least made a sound now and then. If in a good mood, he’d even spit out a few words, but not Su Lang.
He truly, truly seed stupid.
"What’s going on here?"
Dong Huiying pulled up a chair to sit by the kang bed, pondering in her heart, Su Lang’s appearance was sowhat resembling post-traumatic stress disorder?
Is this a case of ntal illness?
Uh-huh, uh-huh, it seed very possible.
Could it be he suffered so major, severe shock?
She sat for a while, silently watching Su Lang on the kang bed, while Su Lang, without blinking, used his lifeless fish eyes to stare blankly at the wooden beams of the roof.
Dong Huiying: "..."
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