Suddenly the child's voice sounded again: "Sister, run quickly..."

Then Liancheng Yazhi heard the sound of the door opening on the third floor above, and messy footsteps running down from the surface. Liancheng Yazhi took three steps and then two steps to run up, and within two steps he saw a thin figure appearing in front of him.

The twelve-year-old girl was thin and small, her hair was messy, her school uniform had not been changed out, her clothes were torn, and the blood on her head almost dyed half her face red. She was panting and staggering and ran downstairs, as if

You can fall from it at any time.

Because he didn't see clearly that Liancheng Yazhi was standing at the bottom, he was running very fast. After three or four steps, he realized that there was someone standing below him, but it was too late to hold his ground, so he fell into Liancheng Yazhi's arms.

Liancheng Yazhi was led by inertia to take a step back, then immediately stabilized his body and hugged the girl tightly.

The girl's body was trembling, and her black and white eyes were full of panic and unbearable pain. She looked at Liancheng Yaya with an expression that could not be described as frightened and uneasy.

Liancheng Yazhi hugged her tightly. The girl seemed so thin that only her bones were left, and her whole body was weightless. When he held her, he could feel the bones pricking his hands.

The girl was in a very embarrassed state. There was no similarity between her current appearance and her appearance as an adult. But the moment he met her eyes, Liancheng Yazhi was sure that this was the girl he was looking for. She was him.

Appearance.

Seeing the injuries on Rong Yan's body and the bloody wound on his forehead, Liancheng Yazhi felt a severe headache, as if he had been stabbed densely with needles, and his throat was so painful that it felt as if his neck had been strangled and he couldn't breathe at all.

The narrow corridor was filled with dust and peculiar smells. At this moment, the world seemed to quiet down, and the noisy and cursed voices around him disappeared instantly, leaving only the girl in his arms.

Liancheng Yazhi stretched out his trembling hand to smooth away the blood-soaked hair on Rong Yan's face. He said softly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here to take you away. I'll take you away..."

After opening his mouth, Liancheng Yazhi realized how trembling his voice was at this moment, and he felt like he was about to cry.

The heartache and pity for Rong Yan, and the hatred for Yang Yan made him feel more angry than he had ever felt before.

In the past, he had only heard a few words about her childhood through Rong Yan's dictation.

Now, after seeing it with his own eyes, he realized that what Rong Yan had experienced was far more miserable than he imagined. In the past, he always thought that he must love Rong Yan more and give her a lot more love to make up for her childhood scars.

But now I know that these injuries are too deep and cannot be repaired.

I don't know if Rongyan heard it, but after he finished speaking, she fainted.

The blood on her head rubbed against Liancheng's elegant T-shirt, and the bright red blood was very dazzling.

Liancheng Yazhi was so frightened that his heart stopped, and he quickly carried Rongyan downstairs. Now was not the time to vent his anger. He took Rongyan to see a doctor first, and then dealt with Yang Yan later.

But as soon as Liancheng Yazhi turned around, he heard Yang Yan's sharp and harsh voice coming from behind: "Where are you from, little brat? Put me down. Don't leave... put me down."

The woman who was just watching the excitement on the second floor said to Yang Yan who came down from upstairs carrying a broom: "Hey, Sister Yang, I just heard that they said they were taking your daughter away. Today's students all like puppy love... This, it's time
Chapter completed!