Zhong Mingxu saw everything in front of him clearly, slipped his foot, almost fell down, and gritted his teeth in hatred, "Young son of Prince Zheng's mansion, you really know people, face, and heart. I didn't expect you to be so despicable and shameless, and you can be called the number one beast in the world."

Du Shaohui's eyes were red, and he stared at him viciously, "You praise him too much, he is worse than a beast."

The smear of bright red blood stung his eyes, and his heart was stabbed several times like a knife.

Seeing them, Qingxue put down the hairpin in her hand with relief, and secretly let out a sigh of relief, finally waiting for the rescue.

The prince was taken aback, and subconsciously covered it up, "Don't get me wrong, Second Miss Jian lost her way, I happened to meet her, so..."

Before she finished speaking, Qingxue walked past him with light steps, and even threw a look of disdain.

He couldn't help but choked, and stretched out his right hand to stop him, but Tang Yuxuan grabbed him, "Brother, let her go."

Shizi hesitated, Qingxue had already slid past him, and walked in front of Du Zhong and the two, showing a faint smile.

Zhong Mingxu didn't know why, seeing the light and lonely smile, his eyes became hot, and his heart ached inexplicably.

She's just an underwhelming girl.

With no family protection, no one to love, in a world of intrigue, she fights alone, even if her feet are on the tip of a knife, every step is bloody, she has only one way, go on.

Lonely, deserted, helpless, but without a trace of despair, his eyes are still bright and full of vitality.

He suddenly understood one thing, why she was so cruel and merciless, even her own relatives were not spared.

Being soft-hearted to the enemy is the greatest cruelty to oneself.

Only by mercilessly beating the other party in can we gain a little life.

Du Shaohui's mood was so turbulent, he stared at her injured neck without blinking, his face was as pale as paper, as if he was the one who was injured.

He tore off the corner of his clothes, and gently bandaged her wound. His hands were shaking violently, and there were tears in his eyes, "Qingxue, does it hurt?"

He wanted to protect her, to shield her from the wind and rain, to wipe away the helplessness between her brows, to... hug her, and warm her.

Qingxue felt the trembling, and felt hot in her heart, "Of course it hurts, I'm also made of meat."

She is in pain and afraid, but she has no right to be afraid, because it is the patent of delicate people and does not belong to her.

Zhong Mingxu couldn't stand listening to it, and couldn't watch it anymore, he looked away, caressing his aching chest, like a big stone was pressed, he couldn't breathe.

Du Shaohui's eye sockets were wet, and her heart ached like a twist. She was smiling and saying it hurt, showing strength in her fragility.

Injured or wronged, she didn't complain at all, she just raised her face and smiled lightly, as if she had seen through the warmth and coldness of the world, life and death, separation and reunion.

Such pure and clear eyes made his heart ache.

"Next time, don't be so stupid. If you want to stab someone else, you will stab someone else. If you stab someone to death, I will carry it for you."

Qingxue smiled nonchalantly, "The bitch's skin is relatively thick, so I can't poke it."

Tang Yuxuan looked at her blankly, his heart ached inexplicably, and his head was in a mess.

Shizi frowned and was about to speak when a clear female voice sounded outside the courtyard, "Brother Shizi, are you there?"

It was Qingning, Tang Yuxuan's face changed drastically, his hands were clenched into fists, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes.

Qingning was still joking with people, "Hey, wherever my elder brother goes, there are girls following him and pestering him, it's really annoying."

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