Because of Shaochen? Or because of Yaoling?
A tear slipped from the corner of Xia Xiaonuan’s eye. She placed her hand to her lips, biting down hard on her fingertip.
Her whole body was trembling.
"Ding——" The elevator doors opened.
The few people standing outside were slightly taken aback when they saw the girl inside the elevator.
Xia Xiaonuan ca back to her senses and, facing the strange gazes, awkwardly stood up and quickly escaped through the doors.
Once outside the hotel, Xia Xiaonuan could no longer hold back her tears and broke down crying.
Nan Mo... Nan Mo... I’m Qiqi!
Only I can sing the Bras toys you taught ...
Back then, there weren’t any toys, just Bras toys, and you, who grew up with ...
But after growing up, I no longer needed toys, and I lost you too.
Xia Xiaonuan squatted down next to the streetlamp, hugging her knees and trembling uncontrollably.
Her heart ached as if a knife was twisting inside.
At that mont, a black Range Rover suddenly stopped in front of her with a screech.
She could feel a blast of heat on her calves, and the sll of exhaust fus filled the air.
Xia Xiaonuan was caught off guard, stumbling back and falling onto the ground.
Completely uninterested in the car or its owner, she just sat there, crying in agony.
Sitting in the car, Situ Yan was slightly startled when he saw the girl in front of him.
It’s her...
Situ Yan quickly opened the car door and got out.
Looking at the small figure huddled in vulnerability, she seed a world apart from the strong woman he had t that day!
This little woman...
What could have happened to make her so heartbroken!
The strange thing was, this cold-blooded man, who had never had any feelings for any woman, felt a tinge of sympathy seeing her so sad!
He took out a tissue from his pocket, bent down, and squatted in front of Xia Xiaonuan.
"Whose little girl got left on the roadside, crying like this?"
Hearing this, Xia Xiaonuan looked up in shock.
She looked at the familiar face in front of her.
It took her a few seconds to rember who he was.
"It’s... it’s you? The cold-blooded killer?!" Xia Xiaonuan exclaid in surprise.
Situ Yan’s face darkened.
"Hey, girl, this is a public street. Could you not use such... powerful terms to describe ? You might scare the children..." he said.
Sure enough, looking around, Xia Xiaonuan noticed a few passersby giving them odd looks.
Feeling embarrassed, Xia Xiaonuan tugged at the corners of her mouth and accepted the tissue from Situ Yan.
"You... you’re still alive?" Rembering sothing, she looked at him and asked with joy.
Situ Yan’s face turned completely black at her words.
"Thanks to you, I’m not dead yet," he said helplessly, extending his hand to her.
Xia Xiaonuan couldn’t help but laugh, grabbing onto Situ Yan’s hand.
The man’s hand was large and strong, slightly dry, and he helped her up.
As she stood, she suddenly lost her balance and fell into Situ Yan’s arms.
Situ Yan’s body stiffened slightly.
The man had a unique scent of tobacco, with a hint of dicinal herbs. Xia Xiaonuan inhaled the fragrance and recalled helping him suck out the poison last ti.
In that instant, she felt an inexplicable sense of closeness to the man.
Though they had only t once, it felt as if that experience had made them comrades in adversity!
"I... my leg is numb." Holding onto his collar, Xia Xiaonuan frowned, her expression painful as she spoke.
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