711: C711 The Truth

C711 The Truth

"Rumble!" A few bolts of lightning silently streaked across the dark night sky, bringing with them a series of dull rumbles. This also caused Ouyang Qing'an to suddenly wake up. He carried Xue Xue'er and went into the house.

Unfortunately, their speed was a little slow. Both of them were caught by Lin Lin, but they were not that wet. Ouyang Qing'an was afraid that she would get sick, so he could only resign himself to fate and search for clothes to change Xue Xue'er's clothes.

Once he left, the sky above the French window began to rain heavily. The rain poured on the window, blurring Xue Xue'er's vision.

She walked to the front of the French window in a daze. She originally wanted to open the window and touch the cold rain. Just as she stretched out her hand, there was a loud bang outside. There was thunder again, more and more fierce.

In the room, there was the sound of glass breaking. It was as if an opportunity had shattered the taut string in Xue Xue'er's mind.

When Ouyang Qing'an rushed back, Xue Xue'er had already slid down to the floor-to-ceiling window. She leaned against the glass and stared blankly at the broken teacup.

And beside her, the floor-to-ceiling window quietly opened a little.

"Xue'er!" Ouyang Qing'an seemed to be still in shock. He took a few steps forward and reached out his hand to grab her. He was about to carry her to the bedroom.

He did not want to care about the floor-to-ceiling windows anymore.

The towel was cleaning her exposed skin and her wet hair. Ouyang Qing'an still had a lingering fear. He was afraid that she would go out to shower again. It would be bad if she got sick.

"Xue Er, Xue Er, it will be fine in a while."

"Mr Qing'an, I'm so sad." Xue Xue'er slowly turned her head. Her eyes were filled with hot tears and her brows were tightly knitted. She held her chest and felt that she could not breathe.

Ouyang Qing'an was shocked. He thought that she was not feeling well and wanted to call the doctor. In the end, Xue Xue'er held his hand.

She put his hand on her chest and two lines of hot tears flowed down her cheeks. Her eyes were red like a child's, begging Ouyang Qing'an for his care.

He also did not leave. He slowly squatted down, and his line of sight was the same as hers. He did not struggle away from Xue Xue'er's hand. He only slightly moved forward and pecked her lips.

His voice was very magnetic. He was a good listener. "Xue'er, tell me, I have been here all this time."

Her head lightly leaned against Ouyang Qing'an's chest. There was confusion and nostalgia in her eyes. She was like a bystander, telling him everything that had happened in her previous life.

Although Ouyang Qing'an was listening quietly, he could tell that this person was probably...

"Everything is in the past. You don't have to worry about it."

"No!"

Xue Xue'er grabbed his shirt and stubbornly retorted, "The matter is not over yet. We have to let the bad guys get punished, right?"

Ouyang Qing'an looked down and saw that the little girl's eyes were bright. Her eyes were full of determination. If it were not for the blush on both sides, he would have believed that the little girl was still awake.

Although he had been focusing on the story of the little girl, it was rare to see her obediently leaning in his arms. That little thought in his heart was stirring.

"Okay, I will help you. You just need to be responsible for being as beautiful as a flower."

Xue Xue'er coldly snorted. She did not want it. She originally wanted to speak, but that tiredness slowly climbed into her heart. Her eyelids began to fight up and down.

She did not forget to remind Ouyang Qing'an, "Remember, let them all get punished, especially Zhao Shicheng."

"Okay."

After getting Ouyang Qing'an's promise, she slowly closed her eyes. She really fell asleep. In her dream, she seemed to have seen her mother. The young Yao Yin was more beautiful than anyone else. She had a good temper. She even stretched out her hand towards Xue Xue'er.

"Xue'er, come and play with mom."

A few bird cries in the morning woke Xue Xue'er up from her deep sleep. She groaned a few times and grabbed the blanket, unwilling to get up. It was Saturday, so she didn't need to go to work.

She turned around and buried her face in the soft blanket. If only this blanket could be softer.1

pqdm.com