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Chapter 207 The Poor Little One in the Redemption Article 34

Noticing his gaze, Duan Ci smiled and tilted his head towards him.

She looked so well-behaved and innocent that Qian Yujin couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

"Ajin, no matter what you are like, I like you."

He seemed to know what he was thinking and gave him the answer.

Well, Qian Yujin had to admit that Duan Ci's words made him excited.

He never expected that after someone knew his true face, they would still stand by his side and tell him with a smile: I like you no matter what you look like.

A gentle smile appeared on his face.

"I treat you the same way. So be yourself and don't make yourself miserable because of others."

At this moment, both of them felt relieved and relaxed, as if they had let go of something.

boom!

A loud explosion accompanied by billowing fireworks engulfed most of the school.

On the tall building, the aftermath of the explosion blew away the girl's long hair that covered her face, revealing her beautiful face.

Bai Wu shouted excitedly and laughed happily. This time, she had made great progress in bomb making! She could blow up half of the school.

Qian Yujin was frightened by this sudden situation. Before he could react, Duan Ci held his face and gave him a light kiss on the lips, restraining his reluctance and leaving immediately.

The lips were soft and gentle, with a touch of life.

Then Duan Ci grabbed his hand and placed it on his chest, where he felt a long-lost heartbeat.

"Goodbye."

Duan Ci's body fell backwards, letting go of his hand, and behind him was flames caused by the explosion.

The flames rolled in like waves.

This action was like Qian Yujin pushing Duan Ci into a sea of fire.

Qian Yujin felt his heart stopped beating at that moment, and he wanted to reach out and grab Duan Ci in panic.

But his body seemed to be fixed in place, unable to move.

As the wave of fire came, Qian Yujin subconsciously closed his eyes.

The black-haired boy stood on the stage, his posture tall and straight, the smile on the corners of his lips showing his confidence. The warm morning sun shone on his body, casting a layer of golden halo on him, dazzling.

The blue and white school uniform represents student identity and is a carrier of beautiful youth. It is a feeling that cannot be replicated.

"Hello, teachers and students:

I am the student representative, Qian Yujin from Class 1. I will be giving a speech today…"

The last thing I remember is the tall figure of that outstanding young man standing on the stage and giving a speech.

Qian Yujin was in a daze, feeling that this was how he should be, not as helpless as in the copy.

He slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was the clean white ceiling, and the faint smell of hospital disinfectant lingered at his nose.

"Jinjin."

It is the caring and gentle call of mother.

Qian Yujin's eyes turned and saw her mother's somewhat haggard and gentle face.

"Mother……"

He opened his mouth, his throat was a little dry and his voice was hoarse. He didn't know how long he had been lying in the hospital.

"Hey, baby, you're finally awake."

Qian's mother fed him some water, then hugged him with tears in her eyes.

Qian Yujin raised his hands and hugged her back, leaning gently on her shoulders, and slowly closed his eyes with some fatigue.

Afterwards, Qian's mother went to find a doctor to check on her. After the examination, it was confirmed that Qian Yujin had no problems and could be discharged from the hospital.

She called Qian Yujin's father again and told him that Qian Yujin had woken up.

When Qian's mother came back after the call, she saw Qian Yujin sitting on the bed in a daze, with an indescribable sense of loneliness.

Now that he has returned to the real world, does that mean that he killed Duan Ci? This realization makes him feel a heavy pain in his heart.

Qian Yujin looked at the palm of his hand, and then he felt his heartbeat.

In the sea of fire, that relieved smile lingered in his mind.

"What's wrong? Jinjin."

Qianmu asked with some concern.

Qian Yujin shook her head slowly.

"I'm fine, Mom."

After Qian's father came over, they completed the discharge procedures and the family of three returned home.

During the meal, Qian's mother cooked his favorite dishes, which were light and nutritious, very suitable for people who had just been discharged from the hospital.

But Qian Yujin only ate a few bites. He had no appetite. He felt a little sorry because his mother cooked so many dishes, but he only ate so little.

Qian's father and mother did not blame him. They thought it was normal for him to have a poor appetite after being discharged from the hospital, and let him rest first.

At night, Qianmu knocked on his door.

"Jinjin, can I come in?"

My mother's gentle voice asked.

Qian Yujin went to open the door.

"Mom, what's the matter?"

Qianmu handed him a little bear.

Qian Yujin was stunned as she looked at the familiar doll.

"I saw this doll on your hospital bed this morning. The thread connecting the head and the body was loose, and the little head looked like it was about to fall off. I thought it might have been given to you by one of your friends, so I took it back and sewed it up."

Qianmu explained.

Qian Yujin took the little bear and hugged it tightly in her arms. The little bear was sewn very well by Qian's mother, just like when she first saw it, and there was no sign that it had been damaged.

"It's mine, thank you, Mom."