Sweet Pet: Xiao Ye's Reborn Little Wife

The time on campus is like a box filled with colorful candies, each candy represents a unique experience, a surprise, or a secret.

On a sunny day, a gentle breeze caressed the flowers and trees on campus as Zhao Qingyu strolled through the school garden. The garden was filled with flowers in full bloom, some red like fire, some pink like clouds, some white like snow, a truly breathtaking sight.

She stood quietly in the garden, a gentle breeze carrying wafts of floral fragrance. The surrounding flowers clashed in vibrant colors, a vibrant riot of colour like a meticulously crafted painting. Admiring this picturesque scene, she lost herself in her own thoughts. Her thoughts, like fluttering butterflies, danced between memories and aspirations. Her gaze was hazy, as if captivated by the beauty, and she paid no attention to the pebble beneath her feet.

With a cry of "Ouch!", she stumbled and fell to the ground. Her knees hit the hard ground hard, and at that moment, the pain spread throughout her body like an electric current.

She frowned in pain, biting her lower lip gently, trying to endure the sudden pain. Slowly, she reached out and gently lifted her trouser leg, only to see that her knee was scraped and blood was oozing from the wound. The bright red color was particularly glaring in the sunlight.

She gritted her teeth, a surge of stubbornness in her heart. Just as she was about to take out a tissue from her pocket to treat the wound herself, a familiar figure appeared in front of her.

Xiao Jingmo happened to be passing by the garden and inadvertently saw Zhao Qingyu fall. A trace of concern flashed in his eyes, and that concern was like the twinkling stars in the night sky, bright and warm. He hurried forward, his steps quick and powerful, as if he was afraid that a second later would cause Zhao Qingyu more pain.

Without saying a word, he gently helped Zhao Qingyu up, his gentle movements as if she were a fragile piece of porcelain, afraid that the slightest force would break her. "Does it hurt? Let me help you to the infirmary." Xiao Jingmo's voice was filled with worry, and his low and magnetic voice echoed in the air like a beautiful melody.

Zhao Qingyu was about to refuse and say that she could go, but looking at his determined eyes, which were full of unquestionable strength, she nodded. Xiao Jingmo's arms were strong and powerful, holding her steadily, making her feel an unprecedented sense of security. They walked towards the infirmary step by step, the sunlight shining on them, casting long shadows.

Arriving at the infirmary, Xiao Jingmo carefully let Zhao Qingyu sit on the chair, and then began to get busy. His eyes were focused and serious, as if he was carrying out a vital task.

He expertly pulled disinfectant, cotton swabs, and gauze from the cabinet, his movements smooth and fluid, without a trace of hesitation. He gently dipped some disinfectant into the swab, his movements as gentle as a breeze brushing against flower petals. He gently applied it to Zhao Qingyu's wound, his deliberate care as if he were protecting the most precious treasure in the world.

Zhao Qingyu looked at Xiao Jingmo's focused figure and serious expression, and a warm current surged in her heart. This warm current was like the warm sun in winter, dispelling the cold and filling her heart with warmth. She looked at him quietly, her eyes full of emotion and tenderness, as if time had stopped at this moment, and only the two of them were left, immersed in this warm atmosphere.

However, when Xiao Jingmo was helping Zhao Qingyu deal with the wound, his eyes accidentally swept across her wrist. His eyes suddenly widened because he discovered the mysterious mark on her wrist.

The mark seemed to possess a unique magical power, drawing his attention. He frowned, his curiosity piqued, and couldn't help but ask curiously, "What is this?"

When Zhao Qingyu heard Xiao Jingmo's question, she was suddenly shocked.

She didn't expect that Xiao Jingmo would discover this secret at this time, this secret about the mysterious space. Countless thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant. She hesitated for a moment, and decided not to reveal this secret easily.

She bit her lip and said vaguely, "It's nothing, just a birthmark." There was a hint of subtle tension in her voice.

Xiao Jingmo's eyes were fixed on Zhao Qingyu, with a hint of inquiry in them. However, when he saw Zhao Qingyu's evasive gaze, although he still had doubts in his heart, he chose to remain silent. He knew that everyone had some secrets in their hearts that they didn't want others to know, and perhaps Zhao Qingyu also had her own unspeakable secrets.

Xiao Jingmo lowered his eyes slightly, thinking secretly in his heart. That small mark, like a mysterious mystery, planted a seed of curiosity in his heart.

This seed seemed to have a tenacious vitality, constantly taking root and sprouting in his heart. He secretly made up his mind that if he had the chance in the future, he would definitely get to the bottom of the secret of this mark.

At this moment, Zhao Qingyu secretly breathed a sigh of relief. She was glad that she had successfully avoided Xiao Jingmo's questioning. The secret of this mysterious space was too important to be revealed to anyone easily.

Even though she had gradually developed a fondness for Xiao Jingmo in front of her, she did not dare to take the risk. She looked at Xiao Jingmo quietly, with complex emotions in her eyes.

She prayed silently in her heart, hoping that he would stop asking questions. At the same time, she warned herself that she must be more careful to hide this secret in the future and not let anyone find out.

Zhao Qingyu's thoughts drifted away, as she recalled the moment she stumbled upon the mysterious space. It was a place brimming with fantasy, seemingly hiding endless mysteries. She knew that revealing this secret could have unforeseen consequences. She clasped her hands tightly, silently resolving to protect it and keep it from the wrong hands.

Xiao Jingmo stood aside, looking at Zhao Qingyu thoughtfully. He could sense the nervousness emanating from her and understood her concerns. He knew that some secrets took time to unravel, and he was willing to wait patiently. He believed that one day, Zhao Qingyu would be willing to open her heart to him and share her secrets.

In this silent moment, both of them had their own thoughts in their hearts. Xiao Jingmo's curiosity and Zhao Qingyu's worries intertwined, as if weaving an invisible web between them.

However, they also understood that this secret was like a mountain between them, and only by crossing it could they understand each other more deeply.

As time passed, a subtle tension filled the air. Xiao Jingmo sighed softly, breaking the silence. He looked at Zhao Qingyu, his eyes full of tenderness and understanding.

"Since you don't want to talk about it, I won't ask any more questions. But I hope you know that whenever you want, I'm here to listen to your story." Zhao Qingyu was slightly startled, and a warm feeling surged in her heart. She looked at Xiao Jingmo, her eyes flashing with gratitude. "Thank you, Xiao Jingmo. I will remember your words."

From then on, Zhao Qingyu guarded her secret even more carefully. She remained vigilant, fearing that a flaw would be revealed accidentally. Although Xiao Jingmo was curious, he did not mention the mark again. It seemed as if they had reached a tacit understanding, waiting for the right time to reveal the secret.