Lu Mingfei starts from Douluo

What exactly happened?

Lu Mingfei was held like this, unable to move his entire body.

He couldn't believe that Qian Renxue, the Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall and the successor of the Angel God, would appear here looking like a "stray dog."

But at this moment, Qian Renxue simply buried her head and didn't want to say anything.

Lu Mingfei had no choice but to awkwardly carry her into the house, close the door, his ears turning red. He clumsily patted her back, smoothed her messy hair, and slowly dried it with his soul power.

If such a proud girl suddenly runs so far away and appears in front of you in such a disheveled state, something terrible must have happened.

Even if Lu Mingfei was completely ignorant, he knew that this girl must be very sad right now.

Qian Renxue's pent-up grievances and sorrows finally broke down in the face of the warmth emanating from Lu Mingfei, and her tears and sobs were even more torrential than the downpour outside the window.

Lu Mingfei felt her neck and back soaked with tears, but he only hugged her tighter, letting her vent her emotions freely.

Only when she finally cried herself to sleep and her tightly clasped arms loosened slightly did Lu Mingfei whisper in her ear, "I'm here. It's alright now."

"I, I..." Qian Renxue choked back tears, but couldn't utter a complete sentence.

"Don't force yourself," Lu Mingfei comforted her, gently patting her back.

At this moment, Qian Renxue gradually stopped crying and closed her eyes, breathing softly.

She only let go of his arm after she finally calmed down: "I'm sorry, Mingfei, I, I lost my composure." Qian Renxue raised her head, her eyelashes covered with tears and her nose red, looking particularly pitiful and haggard.

"I'm glad you're alright." Lu Mingfei gently shook his head. "What happened? Can you tell me?"

Qian Renxue lowered her eyes again subconsciously, the ugly background of her past still making her feel like she had a fishbone stuck in her throat.

Seeing this, Lu Mingfei sighed softly: "If you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask. I just hope you won't feel uncomfortable keeping it to yourself."

Qian Renxue didn't say anything, but hugged Lu Mingfei again. All her feigned strength was replaced by tenderness in front of him.

The rain outside continued to pour, but the two people's heartbeats were clearer than the raindrops.

"Today... I learned the truth." Qian Renxue spoke softly, her voice trembling slightly, "It turns out I was a mistake."

The soft, choked sobs reached Lu Mingfei's ears, and his heart tightened; he hugged her even tighter.

"Actually, I've never told you this, but my mother is actually the woman I call 'sister'," Qian Renxue continued, her voice growing softer, but her sobs growing louder.

"My father forced her to give birth to me, I have no right to hate her."

Even from just these few words, Lu Mingfei felt a suffocating sadness wash over him like a tidal wave.

Lu Mingfei had thought of many ways to comfort her, but they all seemed utterly pale and powerless in the face of such a sorrowful reality. It wasn't because she had done anything wrong, but because whatever she did was wrong.

Lu Mingfei had felt this way before. When he was first sent to his aunt's house to be fostered after junior high school, he wondered if he was superfluous, which was why his parents abandoned him and his uncle and aunt disliked him.

That's why he always sits on the rooftop where no one can find him, sometimes for hours on end. Extra people should stay in extra corners and fend for themselves.

"I shouldn't even exist," Qian Renxue said, choking back tears.

No.

Qian Renxue was stunned for a moment.

"That's not how it is." Lu Mingfei released the hug, but held Qian Renxue's arm tightly.

Qian Renxue looked up with teary eyes and met Lu Mingfei's gaze. Lu Mingfei looked intently into her eyes and said slowly, word by word, "That's not your fault. No one has the right to blame you for this."

"Even if your mother doesn't like you, you must remember that I still exist in this world, and your grandfather and I have always loved you." Lu Mingfei felt a surge of intense sadness and bitterness welling up in his nose, and tears instantly blurred his vision as they streamed down his cheeks: "When we're together, no one is superfluous." Lu Mingfei couldn't even remember the last time he had shed tears. He had thought that his tear ducts had stopped working, but today he couldn't stop them from flowing.

Damn it! This should have been a very cool and manly moment, but how come he cried more embarrassingly than a little girl?

Qian Renxue stared blankly at Lu Mingfei's moist eyes. All the confusion, unease, grievances, and fear in her heart gradually subsided like a campfire being extinguished by rain.

She reached out and stroked Lu Mingfei's cheek, then pressed her own face against his. Salty tears wet her lips, but the bitterness in her heart was gradually soothed by the warmth.

There are still people in this world who like her, and who care about her tears.

Lu Mingfei blushed slightly at the intimate gesture; for him, the question was far too advanced.

Although he had stopped crying, Qian Renxue's intimacy never stopped. Until one moment she suddenly opened her eyes and met his gaze again, she suddenly revealed an unprecedentedly gentle and relieved smile.

Lu Mingfei felt a fragrant breeze rush into his mouth and nose, and his heart pounded like an engine with fuel. Between the soft lips, something even softer slipped inside.

"Did she stick out her tongue?" This was the last thought Lu Mingfei could have. Then the whole world was completely overwhelmed by a sweet smell. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and rain poured down. Inside, their lips and teeth clung to each other, inseparable.

It wasn't until a huge thunderclap rang out that Lu Mingfei and Qian Renxue snapped out of their daze.

"Damn it!" In fact, what struck them was not thunder, but a not strong but unusually prominent fluctuation of soul power.

Both Lu Mingfei and Qian Renxue reacted instinctively and quickly separated.

How could he forget that Qian Renxue was the Spirit Hall's precious darling? How could Qian Daoliu let her run around and give up on herself? Their French kiss was caught by their parents, and this time it was incredibly embarrassing.

Qian Renxue bit her lip, lowered her head, and stamped her foot, her face flushed.

Seeing Lu Mingfei's bewildered and silly expression, Qian Renxue felt a secret delight, but also a surge of anger towards her grandfather. In a moment of impulsiveness, she grabbed Lu Mingfei's arm and dragged him to the bed.

Lu Mingfei was completely stunned. Qian Renxue ignored the coughing outside the window, put his arm under her neck, hugged him, closed her eyes, and went to sleep.

As for Lu Mingfei, feeling the intense fluctuations of soul power outside, he couldn't help but feel apprehensive. He thought it best not to go out tomorrow, otherwise he might have his arm broken because he stepped on his left foot first.