Quick Wear: The second male lead is a top love brain

"I'm scared. What should I do if you die like this?"

What would she do if she failed to change his fate?

Does it mean failure?

Shen Duanjiao was stunned. She obviously didn't expect that this was what she was afraid of. She frowned and moved her pale lips, "Why..."

Mother Shen started to run around, and was about to run into the black-clad man's sharp sword. Hua Yan quickly pulled her over and she barely dodged it.

The man in black quickly turned the knife towards Hua Yan. Before Hua Yan could react, a hand grabbed her arm.

And Shen's mother...

The knife scraped across her neck, and blood splattered all over Hua Yan's face.

Hua Yan's eyes widened, and he looked at the indifferent Shen Duanjiao in disbelief, his lips trembling, "Shen Duanjiao you..."

Why push your mother out?

Mother Shen, lying on the ground, covered her neck with her hands and murmured "Jiaojiao'er".

Hua Yan couldn't believe that Shen Duanjiao had actually pushed Shen's mother forward to block the knife with her own hands, which instantly shattered her cognition.

It is obvious that Shen Duanjiao is very filial to his mother and loves his mother very much.

"Go to die!"

Now only Shen Duanjiao and Hua Yan are left, and the men in black are approaching step by step.

Shen Duanjiao had put his arms around her waist at some point, bit her earlobe, and said with a smile, "It is a blessing for me to have the honorable Princess Changle buried with me."

Hua Yan was taken by him and jumped into the dark cliff.

The whistling wind blew past my ears quickly, making a buzzing sound.

Hua Yan hugged him tightly and turned around, making himself the bottom position.

If he falls down and uses her as a cushion, I wonder if this will give him a chance to survive?

Shen Duanjiao, who felt everything, was shocked again. He didn't understand.

Isn't her relationship with him just one of exploitation?

Why do you always protect him at the critical moments of life and death?

Shen Duanjiao forcefully turned the positions of the two people around and held the person tightly in her arms.

Later, my consciousness became blurred.

"Cough cough cough..."

When Hua Yan woke up, he felt warm and there was a burning fire next to him.

"Awake." Shen Duanjiao, who was sitting next to him, said lightly.

"We are not dead?"

"There was a river at the bottom of the cliff. We didn't die. We were pushed to the riverside and saved our lives."

Shen Duanjiao seemed to know everything, such as making fire, collecting firewood, hunting and fishing, and knowing which wild vegetables and fruits were edible.

He sat there quietly, without a trace of sadness or panic, as if everything was normal.

After enduring for a few days, Hua Yan finally asked, "Shen Duanjiao, why are you..."

"Why did you push your mother out to die? Why am I not sad at all when my mother died, even though I loved her so much?"

He turned his head and stared at her with a gloomy expression.

Hua Yan was startled and subconsciously moved back.

Shen Duanjiao's eyes suddenly changed. He walked slowly towards her and held her in his arms.

The current Shen Duanjiao is no longer as thin as when they first met. He is half a head taller than her, and his arms are stronger.

His curved smiling eyes were filled with danger, and his dusty fingers carelessly brushed across her bangs, "Yanyan, are you scared?"

"Don't be afraid, Yanyan. As long as you don't do anything to let me down, I won't treat you like that."

Hua Yan suppressed a trace of fear in his heart and asked, "Did she do something sorry?"

Shen Duanjiao's smiling eyes suddenly turned cold as ice.

"She didn't do anything. But it's precisely because she didn't do anything that I hate her!"

"Her husband beats her and scolds her, but she never fights back. When others help her, she says they are meddling in her affairs."

"She watched her child being tortured beyond recognition, and she just watched quietly, without saying a word to defend him!"

"But every time her child was beaten, she would pretend to hug him and cry and say she was sorry and felt sorry for him."

"Doesn't she feel sick?"

"Later," Shen Duanjiao suddenly laughed excitedly, like a child who had done something good and wanted to be praised by adults, "Later, that seven-year-old child killed his father with his own hands."

"I chopped it off for three days and three nights. All the bones were broken and fed to the dogs!"