"Let him go, let him go, let him go... Brother Qiao Muyun, Brother Qiao Muyun, please... let him go, I don't want to see him anymore, I really don't want to see him anymore..." Zi Ruoxi clung tightly to Qiao Muyun's embrace, afraid that the "venomous snake" on the ground, like a devil, would crawl onto her. Her arms encircled Qiao Muyun's waist, gripping his clothes tightly, her body shrinking, curling up and trembling...
"Zi Ruoxi, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. I'm here, I'm here, and no one will dare to hurt you again." Qiao Muyun patted her back, soothing her intense emotions.
He turned his gaze and looked at Qiao Junlie kneeling by the bedside. The bottle of mixed emotions was overturned. At that moment, he didn't know exactly how he felt.
