Shocking! The school heartthrob who was adopted by a wealthy family is actually a heiress!

Chapter 109 You Must Be in a Lot of Pain

The sky outside was vast, and the faint sounds of traffic and people could be heard.

Qin Zhao looked at Shen Yanci. The bruises on his cheekbones were streaked with red blood, and blood was seeping outwards, spreading upwards to his eyes. His lips were also cut.

She felt as if something had twisted her heart, and the tears she had just swallowed were about to burst forth again.

She looked away, suppressing a sob that threatened to escape her throat: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Shen Yanci raised his hand and then lowered it again, sighing, "You didn't do anything wrong, why are you apologizing?"

His Adam's apple bobbed: "Stop crying, aren't you going to treat my wound?"

Qin Zhao nodded, her voice trembling with tears. She took out her phone, intending to ask Uncle Li to come and pick her up so she could take Shen Yanci to the hospital.

"No need, it's not that serious." Shen Yanci pressed the button on her phone and pointed to the 24-hour pharmacy across the street. "Could you buy me some medicine and then let me wash my hands, okay?"

There was a sink in the pharmacy, and Shen Yanci went straight to the sink.

"Hey! The wound can't get wet!" The auntie quickly stopped him when she saw him rinsing it with water.

She handed Qin Zhao a bottle of saline solution and asked her to give it to Shen Yanci.

Bloodstains flowed down the water, staining the sink red and disappearing into the pipes. Qin Zhao looked away and pursed his lips.

Upon seeing this, the aunt asked, "How did you get hurt? If someone hit you, you should call the police. Should I call for you?"

Shen Yanci blinked slightly: "Thank you, Auntie, but no need. It's just a fight."

"..."

Qin Zhao also washed his hands and rinsed his face.

The auntie joked, "You've come here to clean yourselves up."

She packed the medicine: "This is for topical application, and this is antibiotics, you must take them. If the wound gets rusty, remember to go to the hospital for a tetanus shot. I'll prepare this fever reducer for you, remember to take it if you have a fever tonight."

Qin Zhao frowned and asked, "Will you have a fever?"

"It all depends on individual constitution. Take antibiotics first," the aunt instructed. "If the fever doesn't go down, you'll have to go to the hospital."

Qin Zhao responded, but her expression became even more serious. She stopped, frowning, and said, "Brother Yanci, let's go to the hospital."

“When you go to the hospital, the doctor says the same things.”

Shen Yanci chose a bench and sat down. A gentle breeze blew, lifting his clothes and hair.

He still had that lazy and carefree demeanor.

However, his face and hands were covered in wounds that shouldn't have been there.

Qin Zhao felt indescribably sad. She lowered her eyelids and clutched the paper bag containing the medicine.

Shen Yanci turned her head to look at him: "Aren't you going to sit over here?"

Qin Zhao raised her eyes slightly, pursed her lips, and sat down next to him.

As the weather warms up, the faint chirping of insects can already be heard.

Qin Zhao adjusted his facial expression and bent down to open the medicine packaging bag.

"Qin Zhao."

She pursed her lips, her voice barely audible, a short, drawn-out "Mmm."

Do you still want to cry now?

Qin Zhao's eyebrows furrowed instantly. She twitched her nose, her nose turning red from holding it in, and said without looking up at him, "No."

"If you still want to cry, then cry." Shen Yanci's voice was still low and hoarse as he looked at her. "I've washed my hands, now I can comfort you."

Qin Zhao felt a sudden rush of heat into his eyes, which stung terribly.

She wasn't injured; it was Shen Yanci who was.

Moreover, Shen Yanci was injured because of her, and now he says he wants to comfort her.

She has suffered many injuries: being hit on the head with a bottle, being slapped in the face, hit with sticks and fists... Sometimes she really doesn't think it's anything.

She didn't expect anyone to help her.

This includes when one is falsely accused.

She can accept that no one believes her, or that even if they know it's not her, they stand against her, accuse her, and interrogate her.

They called her a bastard and a jinx.

She really can accept anything.

Honestly, I can accept it all. But why is Shen Yanci able to stand in front of her so resolutely?

Why would he be willing to get involved in something that's completely different from his own world?

Why did he say he had washed his hands and could coax her when he should have disliked and resented her?

Qin Zhao hung his head, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably, and all the strength in his hands had vanished, leaving only the paper bag trembling and making a rustling sound.

Shen Yanci's throat was hoarse. He shifted his gaze to the upper right, leaned closer, slipped a hand under her arm, pulled her into his embrace, and patted her back gently. "I'm here, Qin Zhao. I'll always be here."

Qin Zhao didn't want to cry at all; she didn't like to cry.

But Shen Yanci's embrace was very warm, and the way he patted her back was like coaxing a child.

Qin Zhao was trembling violently; Shen Yanci couldn't treat her like this.

She can't repay it, and it's not worth it.

She placed her hand on his shoulder, trying to push him away, but her whole body seemed to have lost its strength, and the little strength she had was trembling.

why.

Suppressing the unfamiliar emotions surging through his body, Qin Zhao managed to utter a single word: "No—"

What do you mean, don't hug me, don't pat me, or don't be so nice to me?

She didn't even know what she wanted to say.

The only instruction her brain gave her was to cry.

She doesn't want to cry.

Not at all.

Shen Yanci seemed not to have heard her clearly, and turned his head to ask her, "What?"

Qin Zhao sobbed and hugged him, "Are you in pain, Shen Yanci?"

After a half-second pause, Shen Yanci hummed in response, his voice hoarse, "And you, Qin Zhao? Does it hurt a lot when a stone hits you?"

Qin Zhao buried her head weakly in his chest and shook her head: "It doesn't hurt."

"Liar."

Shen Yanci said softly, "You must be in a lot of pain."

Qin Zhao's tears, which she had been holding back for so long, finally burst forth, blurring her vision.

But she really didn't feel any pain.

Her brain is betraying her.

Shen Yanci hugged her and spoke slowly: "Isn't it hard to carry such a big sack? When did you start carrying it?"

Qin Zhao shook his head, crying.

Shen Yanci: "Why are you so thin? Do you often go hungry?"

"How did you manage to set my fracture so easily? Have you done it yourself many times before?"

Shen Yanci's eyes were filled with tears. He looked at the person trembling in his arms, his voice hoarse and unnatural: "Qin Zhao, is there no one to help you?"

Hot tears fell onto the back of her neck, and she flinched.

Tears streamed down her face. She paused for a moment, then looked up at Shen Yanci.

His eyelids drooped, his narrow eyes were filled with tears, one after another rolling out, his thin lips were slightly parted and trembling.

Qin Zhao blinked, and the obstacle blocking his view finally disappeared.

Shen Yanci is crying.

She cried very hard.

Qin Zhao panicked. Her hand instinctively went to his face, wanting to wipe away his tears, but she touched it and then withdrew it: "You, what's wrong? Is it in pain?"

Shen Yanci must have never suffered such an injury before, nor should he have suffered such an injury.

Jiang Yu really deserves to die.

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