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

The people who participated in the sacrificial ceremony behind them gradually walked down the mountain.

Zhou Jingchen followed the direction she had come down the mountain and searched for her.

On the way, he deeply reflected on his behavior.

He shouldn't have hung up on Song Xianglin without permission, and he shouldn't have deleted the call log.

He should just delete and block his number from her phone, so she can't find it or call him.

Or have He Li send someone to the hospital to threaten him and forbid him from bothering her anymore.

No, if Wenxi finds out, she'll definitely be furious.

What should we do?

He picked some wildflowers of various colors along the way and tied them into a large, bright bouquet.

Thinking that he should apologize properly, Wenxi is the most soft-hearted, and if he coaxes her well, there will still be a chance to make amends.

When he reached the foot of the mountain, he knocked on her door, but there was no response.

He gently pushed open the door and found no one inside. He had just come down from the stilted house when he saw Jiang Qi, who said she hadn't seen Wenxi either.

At this moment, Zhou Jingchen was beginning to feel uneasy.

He stood in front of her stilted house and waited, but the sun soon set and she didn't return.

I asked around, and everyone said they hadn't seen her.

Li Wei said, "The last time I saw her today was during a sacrificial ceremony on the mountain."

This sentence plunged Zhou Jingchen into the deepest abyss. His heart sank instantly, and he immediately and anxiously ordered everyone to search for the person in the village.

At the same time, He Li was instructed to inform the village chief and ask if any villagers had seen her.

At this moment, the setting sun was dim, the afterglow like blood, piercing the eyes, so unreal.

After asking around and finding that no one had come down the mountain, Zhou Jingchen did not hesitate and immediately grabbed a flashlight and rushed up the mountain.

Losing a person is a big deal, so the village chief rallied the villagers to help search for them, carrying torches along the way.

Dusk, like a piece of coarse linen soaked in ink, slowly sank down through the gaps in the tree canopy, dyeing the entire dense forest a deep indigo.

Wandering through the dense forests of Wenxi, towering Hopea trees pierce the clouds, their branches intertwining to form an impenetrable dome.

The sound of shoes crushing through decaying leaves was amplified in the silence, mingling with the distant cries of unknown birds, making it sound particularly desolate and frightening.

The dampness seeped up from the cuffs of my trousers, carrying the fishy smell of humus and moss, and felt cool and sticky against my skin.

She pulled out her phone, which she had accidentally dropped on the ground earlier; the screen was black and she couldn't turn it on at all.

A deep fear enveloped her.

Wenxi felt that he might die on this mountain.

Having heard from the villagers that the mountain was teeming with wolves, tigers, leopards, venomous snakes, and insects, Wenxi was now trembling with fear, calling out to his surroundings, "Is anyone there? Is anyone there?"

The sound pierced through the twilight, echoing through the mountains and forests with a strange, eerie resonance.

Zhou Jingchen held a flashlight in his hand, the beam of light cutting a swaying beam through the dense forest.

He climbed the mountain, searching around from the halfway point where they had separated, his voice frantic as he repeatedly called her name, his voice strained and hoarse: "Wenxi! Wenxi!"

The flashlight beam swept across the tree trunks, ferns, and entwined vines, leaving no trace unchecked.

As the beam of light swept across a patch of thorns, it caught sight of a piece of fabric caught on the thorns—blue, the blue sun-protective shirt she was wearing that day.

Zhou Jingchen's heart sank, and he quickened his pace, his shouts growing more urgent.

He hated himself. He should have stayed with her. He shouldn't have let her disappear from his sight.

The layer of decaying leaves beneath our feet was getting thicker and thicker; we were already deep in the dense forest.

Water droplets from the wild banana leaves pattered onto his shoulders, wetting his clothes.

The village chief led the villagers to search all over the mountains, and torches illuminated half of the mountain.

Someone muttered under their breath, "What if we can't find it tonight?"

One villager said, "They'll most likely be eaten by wild animals in the middle of the night. There's everything on this mountain, and even we locals don't dare to stay on the mountain alone in the evening."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Qi raised her torch and shouted even louder, "Wenxi! Wenxi!"

......

Wenxi is almost at her breaking point.

I could hear the sounds of various animals or rustling leaves in the darkness, and I felt like insects were crawling all over my body. An unknown liquid kept dripping from my forehead.

She couldn't help but shiver.

She was tired from walking, so she curled up under a big tree and hugged her knees.

When people are most helpless and afraid, their psychological defenses collapse, and they can no longer pretend or put on a brave face.

Looking out into the pitch-black surroundings, she clutched the hem of her clothes helplessly, tears welling up in her eyes, and she couldn't help but sob.

"Waaah... Zhou Jingchen, you bastard... why haven't you come looking for me yet?"

"I'm so scared... I miss my mom so much, I miss my dad so much..."

Her shoulders trembled violently, tears streamed down her face, and she cried intermittently and brokenly.

Zhou Jingchen parted a clump of bushes and suddenly heard a familiar voice.

He immediately followed the sound and hurried to find it.

A moment later, the beam of the flashlight shone on a small figure huddled under a tree.

I can't quite describe how I felt at that moment.

His pupils suddenly contracted, his nose stung, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears.

Wenxi was startled by the sudden light and looked up at him. Her beautiful almond-shaped eyes were red and swollen from crying, and the tip of her nose was bright red.

Zhou Jingchen could imagine how scared, helpless, and terrified she must have been all alone on this dark mountain for those few hours.

His heart clenched, and he strode forward, but stopped abruptly when he was only two steps away from her.

Wenxi looked at him through teary eyes, still unaware of what had happened.

She was about to stand up when she suddenly saw him swallow and whisper, "Baby, don't move."

Wenxi held her breath instantly.

She felt something wriggling up her spine, a long, boneless, cold, wet creature that hissed softly.

Wenxi's hair stood on end immediately, and goosebumps rose on his skin.

It was a greenish-blue snake with dark pupils and cold, wary eyes. Its body writhed as it poked its head out from the girl's back, deftly flicking its sharp tongue.

Zhou Jingchen lowered his brows, held his breath, and slowly moved forward with a stooped posture:

"Don't move!"

Wenxi stared wide-eyed in fear, her face pale.

She could clearly feel the cold, dangerous aura emanating from her ear, and thought to herself that she was really going to die here today.

The greenish-blue snake stared coldly at Zhou Jingchen, hissing and flicking its tongue, as if provoking him or releasing a danger signal.

At the critical moment, Zhou Jingchen suddenly stretched out his long arm, grabbed the snake, and then threw it aside forcefully.

Who knew that the snake was extremely vengeful? It jumped up and bit him hard on the back of his hand before fleeing.

Ignoring the pain in his hand, Zhou Jingchen stepped forward and hugged the girl tightly, comforting her, "It's alright, it's alright."

Wenxi was embraced in a warm embrace. His sharply defined jawline rested against her hair, and the familiar, refreshing scent emanating from him lingered around her nose.

Her nose stung, and she burst into tears again.

This is an emotional release where a tense mind relaxes in an instant, finding shelter and a sense of security.

Zhou Jingchen's voice choked with emotion, tears falling onto her hair, "You scared me to death."

He held her tightly, gently stroking her long hair. "You'll give me a heart attack sooner or later, I really... really..."

Zhou Jingchen couldn't stop the tears from flowing, his voice was terribly hoarse. The overwhelming joy of getting it back made his eyes sting, followed by an overwhelming sense of fear.

Wenxi cried so hard she couldn't speak, trembling in his arms.

He held the person in his arms and comforted them for a while, then called He Li and the others to say that they had found the person.

After crying for a while, Wenxi lifted her head from his embrace and wiped away her tears.

Grabbing the back of his hand, I saw two rows of deep snake fang marks, with blood still oozing from the wounds.

The memory of hearing about the many poisonous snakes in the mountain flashed through her mind, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Zhou Jingchen, waaaaah, what do we do? You've been bitten by a snake..."

"I heard there are a lot of poisonous snakes on this mountain..." She cried uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face, her voice hoarse and choked with sobs. Although she was still scared herself, her worry for him took over. "Are you in pain? Is anything bothering you?"

Zhou Jingchen raised his hand and glanced at the bite mark, not having time to worry about himself.

"And you? Have you been bitten by any snakes?" He grabbed her two fair arms to check, and then lifted her long hair to examine the back of her neck.

Wenxi shook her head, tears welling in her eyes, her shoulders trembling. "I'm not... I'm fine."

She foolishly grabbed his hand and said bravely, "I'll suck out the snake venom for you."

Zhou Jingchen gave a helpless chuckle, stopped her movements, and touched her face:

"Have you been watching too many movies? Even if it were poisonous, it wouldn't help you. I definitely wouldn't survive tonight."

He wiped away the tears from her cheek with his thumb:

"Wenxi, if I die, you won't have to see me anymore. You should be happy that I'm so annoying to you. If I live, I'll definitely continue to bother you and annoy you."

These words made her cry even harder. Helpless, she gently hit him, "I didn't... I don't want you to die, I won't let you die."

"That was a greenish-blue snake, most likely venomous." Zhou Jingchen curled his lips into a bitter smile. "It doesn't matter if I die, as long as it didn't bite you."

"I won't let you die! You bastard! Don't say such discouraging things!" She threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly.

"You said you wanted to end things with me, you said you hated me, you said I meant nothing to you..." He swallowed hard, his voice hoarse and low: "It's better to die. I'm just a petty, narrow-minded man. I can't bear to watch you be with someone else, so I might as well be dead."

She sobbed, her little hands frantically trying to cover his mouth, not letting him continue.

A few tears rolled down Zhou Jingchen's cheeks as he held her hand against his chest.

"If I die, my heart will stop beating, and I won't be tormented and ravaged by you anymore, suffering every day."

"But Wenxi, before I die, I want to ask you," his tears fell onto the back of her hand, "do you love me at all? Not even a little bit?"

Wenxi cried uncontrollably, completely terrified, nodding haphazardly, "Waaah... I love you, Zhou Jingchen, I love you."

"You're lying to me." He gave a dry laugh, like a withered flower. "You don't love me, you'll abandon me at any time. I'm just a little dog that can't escape the fate of being abandoned by you no matter how much I wag my tail."

"No, no," she shook her head vigorously, tears streaming down her face, trying to stand on tiptoe and kiss his lips to prove it.

"I love you, Zhou Jingchen. I lied to you when I said we were practicing kissing in Haizhou because I wanted you to kiss me, so I made up a lame excuse. Waaah... I like you so much, but back then I thought you didn't like me..."

He draped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer, his warm breath brushing against her skin, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you telling the truth?"

"Yes," she nodded vigorously, hugged him tightly, and pressed her face against his chest: "I don't want you to die, Zhou Jingchen, I really like you, I really love you."

The evening breeze blurred his vision, and his voice drifted lightly into the darkness:

"But I can't feel it, Wenxi. I feel like I'm last in your heart. Everyone is more important than me. Your boyfriend used to be more important than me, and now Song Xianglin is more important than me..."

"No, no," she huddled in his arms, trembling, unable to control her grief.

"You don't need to compare yourself to anyone; no one can compare to you."