I tried to back away as Lei Zi closed in step by step. Knowing escape was futile, I forced myself to stay calm and shouted at him, “Do you even realize what you’re doing? This is a public place!”
He laughed as if I’d told a joke. “So what? Everyone around here knows my name—Lei Zi—and no one dares to interfere.”
Hearing this, despair began to creep into my body, making my hands and feet icy cold.
In that moment, I felt a sudden surge of hatred for Chen Qiao Luo.
I hated that he wasn’t by my side.
I hated that his decline had dragged me into this danger.
As Lei Zi’s face neared my neck, I couldn’t help but shut my eyes in despair. His breath fell on my skin, sending shivers through me. A wave of nausea rose in my throat, making me feel like I was going to be sick.
Just when I thought I was about to lose my mind from the torment, a loud bang shattered the tension. I felt Lei Zi being pulled away. Opening my eyes, I saw Chen Qiao Luo standing in front of me, his face filled with rage.
The relief of escaping danger brought tears streaming down my face uncontrollably.
The music outside remained loud and chaotic. Through my blurred vision, I saw Chen Qiao Luo land a fierce punch on Lei Zi’s face. Then, he grabbed my arm and pulled me up from the sofa, leading me outside. At that moment, it seemed I was incapable of doing anything but crying.
I couldn’t tell how long it took to walk from the private room to the street, but it wasn’t until I saw the neon lights outside that I truly felt a sense of relief.
Just as I was trying to gather my thoughts, Chen Qiao Luo suddenly pulled me into his arms. His voice, filled with sorrow and regret, broke the silence. He said, “Yun Hao, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…”
He apologized over and over, the words echoing in my ears. I reached out and hugged him back.
In that moment, I realized I was wrong. I shouldn’t have doubted Chen Qiao Luo like that before. Wasn’t he my friend? Wasn’t he the person I should trust the most?
Overwhelmed with guilt, I couldn’t stop myself from crying again.
Seeing my tears, Chen Qiao Luo panicked. He let go of me, his face full of worry. “What’s wrong, Yun Hao? Are you hurt somewhere?” he asked nervously.
Between sobs, I clenched my fists and pounded them against his chest. “Chen Qiao Luo, you jerk! If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t have ended up here! If it weren’t for you, that pervert wouldn’t have had the chance to take advantage of me!”
He silently took the blows, letting me vent my frustration. After a long pause, he finally said, his voice heavy with guilt, “I’m sorry, Yun Hao. This is all my fault. It’s on me for giving him the opportunity.”
“Yes, it’s all your fault! You’re entirely to blame!” I stopped hitting him and cried, “Chen Qiao Luo, do you know how scared I was? For a moment, I even thought if he succeeded, I’d rather die!”
My words left him speechless.
Looking at the boy towering over me, I suddenly felt a pang of bitterness. I closed my eyes, trying to suppress my emotions. When I opened them again, I said, “Chen Qiao Luo, I actually doubted you just now. I wondered if you had deliberately helped that scumbag lure me out.”
These words were ones I could have chosen to keep to myself, but I couldn’t overcome the hurdle in my heart. There had been too many unresolved issues between us, and I wanted to lay everything bare now.
Hearing this, disbelief filled Chen Qiao Luo’s eyes. It wasn’t clear how much time passed, but eventually, a cold breeze brushed against my cheek, and his voice, tinged with disappointment, reached my ears. “Zhu Yun Hao, so this is the kind of person you think I am?”
His tone carried not just disappointment but also a subtle trace of sorrow.
I bit my lower lip and met his gaze without flinching.
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