Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

After exiting the alley, there were no taxis on the road. And it was hard to find a taxi in such weather.

Ji Xun paid extra money and the reward to finally get a car and headed for the school. However, the car slowed down because the distance was not too far.

Because it was the most congested time, vehicles on the road were crawling forward at a snail's pace.

He clenched his fists anxiously. Why was his sister's phone turned off? Could something have happened to her? The more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. He stared at the motionless traffic.

Before getting off the bus, Ji Xun apologized to the driver and said, "Master, I have already compensated you on the platform. I'm sorry!"

He quickly opened the car door and got out, then he stretched out his long legs and ran towards the school.

The wind blew through his sweatshirt. Although there was a layer of fleece inside, how could he bear it in such extremely cold weather?

Ji Xun, however, seemed not to feel the cold at all. His facial expression remained unchanged as he ran forward as fast as he could.

Until we rushed into the teaching building, it was dark except for the lights in the corridor.

He was worried, so he went upstairs anyway. He arrived at Shang Qing's classroom and turned on the lights. No one was there. "Sister, have you left?"

Arriving at the carport, the electric bike was parked quietly there, so it was obvious that Shang Qing was not riding it.

Did she choose to take a taxi because it was snowing? But her phone was dead. Did it die when she got in the taxi, or had it been dead for a long time?

How would she get home in such bad weather? Would she get cold along the way?

In a short period of time, several ideas flashed through Ji Xun's mind.

Ji Xun ran to the security guard and asked, "Hello, can I see the surveillance footage?"

Of course the security guard knew Ji Xun, after all, he was a big shot in the school. Since he wanted to see the surveillance footage, he chose to agree.

Ji Xun sat upright in front of the surveillance camera, pointing his finger. The images quickly appeared in front of him frame by frame. When he saw the lonely figure appear at the door, he felt the tension in his body relax a little.

About ten minutes before he entered the school, Shang Qing left the school.

In other words, Shang Qing was sitting in the car while he was running. Perhaps she had already reached home.

But he was not at ease, so he said thank you to the guard and ran into the strong wind.

He chose to run back. The reason was simple: hailing a taxi was impossible. Even if he could, it would be slow and slow, following the flow of traffic. Especially now that it had started snowing, drivers were even more cautious.

The bus is still more than ten minutes away from here.

It would only take him more than 20 minutes to run back. So he chose to run.

Snowflakes fell on his head and body, but he ran forward as if unaware of anything.

Just like that, with steam rising from his head, he caught up with Shang Qing, who was walking slowly ahead of him. The moment he saw Shang Qing, his heart, which had been tense, seemed to fall back to its original state. But seeing her lonely and desolate back, his heart ached.

"Sister!" Ji Xun called out, but his voice was a little breathless from running, and the wind was loud. Shang Qing obviously didn't hear him.

He breathed in and out, taking a steady breath. He cupped his hands into a trumpet shape and called out again, "Qingqing!"

The sound traveled far in the empty night.

Shang Qing blinked and slowly turned around, and saw a tall boy wearing only a sweatshirt running towards her.

She rubbed her eyes, but before she could lower her hands, she was pulled into a cold embrace.

"Sister, I'm sorry."

Seeing her red cheeks and pink fingers from the cold, Ji Xun's voice was a little hoarse and full of guilt.

Shang Qing also reacted and broke free from his embrace. The corners of her eyes were red with anger, and her little fists had already hit him: "Why didn't you wait for me to go home! Where have you been?!"

"Humph, I've been waiting for you for a long time! Humph, I sent you a message, but you didn't even reply!"

"Huh, why! Why are you ignoring me!"

The more she talked, the more aggrieved she felt. Shang Qing didn't know why, but she just felt aggrieved. Perhaps it was because of Ji Xun's distance in the past few days. As a girl, she had a sixth sense and could sense Ji Xun's distance, and she felt suffocated and aggrieved.

"Sister, I'm sorry. I was wrong."

Ji Xun ignored her beating, wrapped Shang Qing's cold little hands with his warm big hands, hugged her in his arms again, buried his head in her down jacket hood, and apologized softly.

Shang Qing was angry, but when she heard him blaming himself and apologizing, her anger mostly subsided. When she realized he was only wearing a sweatshirt, which was so thin and cold, she became extremely anxious: "Why are you only wearing a sweatshirt? What if you get frozen? You're wearing my scarf!"

Ji Xun was unwilling to do that. He knew Shang Qing was afraid of the cold. He refused to accept Shang Qing's furry scarf and refused to let her take it off. He just said, "Sister, let's go home. I'll carry you."

"I don't need to be carried. I can walk on my own."

"Sister, I'm a little cold now. I'll be warmer if I carry you on my back."

Shang Qing listened and it seemed to make sense. This was a good way to keep warm. After all, this place was some distance from home.

Ji Xun half-knelt on the ground like a knight, and Shang Qing obediently lay on his back. Ji Xun slowly stood up, and she naturally hugged his neck.

"It's cold outside, sister, put your hands in your sleeves."

Ji Xun instructed gently. Shang Qing obeyed and laid his head on his broad back. He didn't know when his brother's back was no longer thin, but had become broader.

Lying on it, she actually felt at ease.

The wind was still howling, and the snowflakes were flying more and more, which reminded people of "The snowflakes in Yanshan are as big as a mat, and are blown down to Xuanyuantai one by one", or it could be described as Xie Daoyun's "Not as good as willow catkins rising in the wind", which is more artistic.

Snowflakes were flying and dancing, and Shang Qing, carrying Ji Xun on his back, took steady and powerful steps forward. Shang Qing lay on him obediently, with one small hand stretched out, looking up to catch the flying snowflakes, and the smile on her face was strong and warm.

It felt like being in a romantic scene from a Korean drama.

Shang Qing's mind was filled with images of the male and female protagonists in a movie. However, she wasn't the female lead, and Ji Xun wasn't the male lead. What a shame.

However, Shang Qing was happy because her brother came back to take her home.

Shang Qing finally decided to take out the big apple she had saved. She moved upwards, stretched out her small hand, and held the apple in front of Ji Xun's eyes. She said, "No, in such a beautiful scene, I still think it would be more romantic if I could eat an apple."

Ji Xun wanted to laugh when he heard her strange words and actions, but he said nothing. He opened his mouth, took a big bite, and began to eat. It was very sweet.

Shang Qing saw Ji Xun take a bite, so she brought it back to her lips and took a big bite as well. The sweet apple juice lingered in her mouth.

"Wow, it's delicious. Miss Su really loves me."

"Come, Xiao Xun!" The apple appeared in front of Ji Xun again.

Ji Xun took another bite without hesitation.

The two of them took turns eating the big red apple as they walked, enjoying it very much.

This snowy scene has changed from a romantic movie or TV feeling to a funny picture of two greedy little cats.

Luckily, there was no one on the road, otherwise, one would definitely question whether these two people were mentally unstable. In such inclement weather, they were still walking here, eating an apple? Were they eating the wind or the snow?