Disabled Childhood Sweetheart: A Humble Puppy Begs for the Young Lady's Pity

Zhou Jingchen's eyes reddened almost instantly.

He first gave a very slight, bitter smile, as if relieved, then his brows furrowed deeply, and through a layer of misty fog, he looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.

Those long, deep eyes blinked, and two tears rolled down their cheeks without warning.

He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, but it was as if something was tightly choking him, and he could only let out a few broken breaths.

He just stared at her without moving.

Wenxi stood in the wind, her long hair draped over her shoulders, one side of her black hair casually tucked behind her ear, revealing her crystal-clear white earlobe.

Her cheeks were porcelain white, without any makeup, yet her features were exquisite and beautiful. Her red lips parted slightly in surprise, and her kitten-like pupils stared back at him in a daze, her beauty vibrant and flamboyant.

This is Wenxi at 26, the same as Wenxi at 19, yet somewhat different.

Even wrapped in a loose winter coat, one can still vaguely glimpse her slender and shapely figure, with a graceful curve that exudes an indescribable charm and allure.

A cold wind whistled past, but Wenxi didn't feel cold. His gaze towards her was like a fireplace in winter, burning intensely as if he wanted to completely incinerate her.

The terrifying scene from just now kept flashing through Zhou Jingchen's mind.

These days, robberies and knife attacks at night are not uncommon, and many perpetrators go unpunished.

If he hadn't gotten out of the car, if she had been alone in these streets fighting desperately against the thugs, what would have happened...? He didn't dare to think about it.

His lips trembled slightly, and his voice, hoarse as if filled with coarse sand, almost growled, "Are you crazy? You'd rather die than keep your money?"

Wenxi was stunned by his shout, her eyes suddenly reddened, and a pool of aggrieved tears welled up in her eyes, threatening to fall, as she looked at him stubbornly.

The next second, she was pulled into a broad and firm embrace.

The man's intense, masculine aura enveloped the room.

He held the person tightly in his arms, pulling them into his embrace with a powerful, domineering, and irresistible force.

Zhou Jingchen is nearly 1.86 meters tall with broad shoulders and a wide back. Wenxi looked exceptionally slender nestled in his arms.

The crisp scent of pine lingered in the air, and even through her clothes, she could feel the warmth emanating from him. Wenxi's heart pounded faster and faster, and she was so nervous that she almost held her breath.

She bit her lower lip, her eyelashes trembling slightly, trying to push him away, but she couldn't budge him at all.

Suddenly, I felt a warm, damp sensation on the side of my neck.

Wenxi was stunned.

His strong, powerful arms tightened, almost as if he wanted to meld her into his very bones, and he murmured in near pain:

"Seven years... Where have you gone? I've searched everywhere... but I can't find you."

Zhou Jingchen's voice was choked with emotion, clearly trembling with tears.

The overwhelming joy of finding what was lost and the longing etched into my bones over the past seven years surged into my heart, and tears broke free of their restraints, sliding down my cheeks.

He rarely cried from childhood to adulthood.

She didn't cry when she got a shot, she didn't cry when she was called a "cripple," she didn't cry when she fell while learning to walk with crutches, she didn't cry when her palms and armpits bled, she didn't cry when someone put a snake in her desk, and she didn't even cry when she saw her biological parents.

Except for the time his grandfather passed away, almost all of his tears were related to her.

Some things I heard from adults.

For example, when he was three years old, the two of them were sitting in the bathtub, and she grabbed his "little sparrow" without much care, making him cry;

For example, when they were five years old, they had a fight in the yard, and she angrily slapped his bottom, making him cry;

For example, when Wenxi was six years old and getting a vaccination, she was so scared that she closed her eyes and bit his arm, and in the end, the two of them cried loudly together.

Some of them he clearly remembered.

For example, when he was thirteen, Wenxi had a high fever and was hospitalized for half a month. He would go to see her every day after school. When he saw that she was pale and had a needle in her hand, he would secretly shed tears.

For example, during his summer vacation when she was fifteen, he watched her running and laughing with other boys on the ridges of the fields, and his heart ached so much that his eyes turned red.

For example, he cried the day he left Pingjiang with his biological parents;

Back in Linchuan, I moved into the empty house without her. When I couldn't sleep because I missed her, I cried.

The first time I kissed her soft lips, my heart was filled with excitement, and tears fell silently.

And in these past seven years, I've thought of her and worried about her countless times in the dead of night...

Zhou Jingchen really, really, really rarely cries.

But at this moment, he could no longer hold back. One large hand tightly gripped her waist, while the other pressed her face against his shoulder. His shoulder trembled slightly, and hot tears streamed down his face, seeping into her hair.

On the deserted street, in the cold wind, Wenxi was held tightly in his arms, so tightly that he could hardly breathe.

After a long while, the night grew deeper, and the wind suddenly picked up.

The wind was biting cold, and the little one in my arms, dressed in only thin clothes, shivered slightly.

Zhou Jingchen wiped his face, his eyes red, and half-pulled, half-draggled her to the front of the car, shoving her into the passenger seat.

Once the car door closed, the bitter cold was kept out. Zhou Jingchen silently turned on the heater and took off his coat, draping it over her legs.

He glanced at the woman beside him, then quickly took out his phone and sent a message to Zhao Jinqian, saying that he wouldn't be going.

After sending the message, I closed my phone.

After putting away my phone, the car fell silent.

As his emotions gradually calmed down, though his eyes were still red, he turned to look at her, his voice low and hoarse: "Where do you live?"

The black coat draped over Wenxi's legs still retained his warmth and scent.

Wenxi's eyes welled up with tears. She awkwardly tucked a stray hair behind her ear, avoiding his gaze: "Urban village, Wanxingyuan."

Zhou Jingchen started the vehicle. The black Land Rover, like a lurking beast, roared with a low hum, its headlights slicing through the thick night as it drove forward.

Speechless all the way.

Wenxi saw his silhouette reflected in the car window. A high, straight nose, a profile like a landscape painting, a taut jawline, large, well-defined hands gripping the steering wheel, and the finely crafted dark gray sweater he was wearing.

It's a high-end brand from a department store. She once had a big client who loved this brand; one of his clothes cost as much as a month's salary for her.

His leg is healed; he can walk without crutches and run and jump. I heard that his family was seeking medical treatment for him when I was in college, and now it seems he has fully recovered.

very nice.