Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Late at night, the sky was pitch black without a trace of moonlight, and the air was so stuffy that it made people feel breathless.

A strong wind suddenly arose outside, sweeping across the earth.

"Bang, bang, bang..." The window sashes slammed hard, making a harsh and loud noise.

Suddenly, a bright incandescent light streaked across the sky, blindingly white.

Ji Xun, who had been sleeping uneasily and was tormented by nightmares, frowned slightly and slowly opened his sleepy eyes, his brain still in a chaotic state.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang, rumbling and shaking the earth, like a ferocious beast in the dark night, shaking people's hearts and making people shudder.

Ji Xun, who hadn't regained consciousness yet, trembled violently and convulsed. His eyes widened to their maximum, he struggled to breathe, and sweat instantly covered his head and face.

The lightning and thunder became more and more violent, the strong wind blew everything away at will, and the windows shook more violently.

"You little bastard! Humph! How dare you bully my darling! Who the hell are you! Why don't you just die! Get out! Die! Die!" Ji Xun, who was only six years old, was pushed into the rainy night with lightning and thunder.

"Mom... Mom... I didn't, I didn't bully Xiaoying, I didn't... wuwu... Mom..." He was trembling all over and wanted to explain himself clearly, but his mother didn't give him a chance and locked him out of the yard.

Through the crack in the door, he saw the warm yellow light and the people eating under it. But he did not belong to that world.

He begged for mercy and tried to get into the house, but no one could hear him, or the people in the house heard him but pretended not to hear.

He really didn't bully Xiaoying. It was Xiaoying who dropped the bowl. He said he did it, but he didn't admit it. Xiaoying started kicking and hitting him, and he just dodged for a moment, and Xiaoying fell down. He really didn't bully her. Why didn't Mom believe him?

The night was lit up again and again by lightning, with a blinding white. The thunder, like a ferocious beast, shook my ears again and again.

He was so scared that he knocked on the door, but the sound was drowned out by the thunder.

"Dad... Mom... Please, let me in... Wuuuuuu... I'm so scared... Wuuuuuu..." Little Ji Xun was helpless and desperate. He was so scared that he curled up and hid in the firewood pile. But the firewood pile was full of piercing wood and nails. His body was pierced and stabbed, but he could only try his best to curl up in the narrow space, hoping to gain even a little sense of security.

The rain poured down like a cascading waterfall, soaking him. He was freezing cold, tears mingling with the rain as they fell. He wished so much that his parents would take him home, let him go back. He didn't want to be out here, even if they beat him to death. He wasn't afraid of being beaten, he just didn't want to be here. It was too scary.

He was shaking all over and collapsing. He curled up into a small ball, unable to breathe, and let the rain hit his thin body, but he could never break free.

At this time, Ji Xun was completely trapped in his small six-year-old body like a nightmare.

"Sister... Sister... Save me... Sister..." Ji Xun wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, hiding in the corner with sweat on his head and his whole body trembling violently. He wanted to escape, but he was powerless.

Shang Qing, who was called by Ji Xun, was sleeping soundly and restlessly. The lightning and thunder outside disturbed her. She covered her head with the quilt tightly. After a long time, the feeling of boredom and heartache disappeared. She fell asleep in a daze in the heavy rain.

The next day, the sun was shining brightly, the birds were singing, and the flowers were fragrant. Shang Qing shook off the boredom of the previous night and went to school happily.

During lunch break, Shang Qing sent Ji Xun a message, reminding him to remember to eat. Ji Xun didn't reply. Shang Qing didn't think much of it.

But until the penultimate class that afternoon, the WeChat and his chat box still showed unread messages, which puzzled her. What was going on? Ji Xun always replied to messages immediately. Did he not turn on the sound today, or was he too sleepy and fell asleep? Or was he reading and forgot the time?

But he should be fine. Where else could he go? After all, his leg injury hasn't healed yet, so he needs to rest.

Shang Qing didn't want to tell her grandmother. Maybe it was nothing at all, and she was making a fuss about it and scaring her grandmother.

Shang Qing was so absent-minded that she didn't even hear the teacher asking her to answer a question. It wasn't until her deskmate pushed her hard that she realized what was going on. But when she stood up, she had no idea what the teacher was talking about.

Fortunately, Lai Lin raised her hand to answer and saved her. The teacher didn't argue with her, but asked her to sit down and pay attention.

"What's wrong with you?" Lai Lin asked quietly.

Shang Qing shook her head and tried her best to focus on the class, but she would still get distracted from time to time.

The moment the school bell rang, Shang Qing returned to her usual early-term self. She sprinted out of the classroom, throwing her schoolbag aside, looking incredibly relaxed. She didn't even hear the history teacher's last words.

The old man of history smiled and shook his head: "It's great to be young."

"Xiao Xun, Xiao Xun..." Shang Qing came back by taxi and she shouted as she ran.

But the courtyard was silent and no one answered her.

Her heart beat even faster. She rushed into the room and pushed open the door to Ji Xun's bedroom. The sunlight from outside shone through the tightly closed curtains, giving a faint glimpse of light, but once inside, it was dim. Her eyes went straight to the bulge on the bed.

He was there, he hadn't left. His quilt was shaking.

"Xiao Xun?" Shang Qing moved closer and felt some movement under the quilt. Her tense heart relaxed slightly.

"Xiao Xun?" Shang Qing sat down on the edge of the bed, lifted the bulging quilt, revealing a face covered in sweat and flushed.

Shang Qing was startled and quickly touched his forehead, which was extremely hot.

"Xiao Xun? What's wrong with you? Why are you so hot?"

Shang Qing gently shook his shoulders. He opened his eyes slightly, limp, and whispered through his lips, like a flower cracked by the scorch: "Sister... Sister... Sister... You are finally here..."

The tears that I thought had dried up suddenly flowed down the moment I saw Shang Qing, and I couldn't stop them.

The moment Shang Qing heard Ji Xun's helpless and hoarse cry of "sister", her heart was gripped tightly. She felt heartache, really heartbroken...

She leaned over, picked up Ji Xun, and let him lie in her arms.

Ji Xun seemed to have been soaked in water, his whole body was wet. When he was picked up like this, he lay there weakly and trembling.

"Sister...are you here to save me?"

"Sister... I waited for you all night... and you didn't come to save me..."

"Sister... the thunder is so loud... they want to eat me... I'm so scared..."

"Sister... I'm so scared... so scared... you don't want me anymore..."

"Sister...did I do something wrong...I'll change...okay..."

"I'm not a good boy, so my sister doesn't want me...right..."

"Sister, don't... don't, don't... I will be good..."

The soft, hoarse, and slowly choking voice beside her ears struck Shang Qing's heart. The hot breath burned her, and the tears that broke off the thread also burned her whole body. What had he experienced in the past...