Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Chapter 348 What does this heartache mean?

Shang Qing frowned, trying hard to piece together every detail of his previous experiences from his chaotic thoughts.

Perhaps because she had just woken up and her mind was a little dull, all that emerged in her mind were blurry, disjointed images and fragments, like trying to peek at a distant landscape through a thick fog; nothing could make it out clearly.

She pondered to herself, "Could it be that time has quietly flown by since I suddenly fainted? Otherwise, how could Ji Xun have become so unfamiliar, completely different from the one I remembered?"

However, what shocked her was that when she was trapped in that endless nightmare and struggling, almost having a mental breakdown, Ji Xun actually tortured himself to such a state.

Since she couldn't remember, then not wanting to remember was the greatest way for her to care for herself. After all, all her energy and thoughts were now focused on the trembling and painful boy in her arms.

At this moment, looking at Ji Xun's haggard and pale face, Shang Qing felt as if his heart was instantly pierced by thousands of sharp needles.

The stinging sensation spread rapidly throughout her body like a tide, causing her excruciating pain and even making breathing extremely difficult.

But faced with this unspeakable pain, she was at a loss and had no idea how to deal with it.

As for what this feeling of heartache actually means?

At this moment, a thought suddenly emerged in her mind with great clarity - for this person whom she had always regarded as her own brother, she might have already developed a different kind of feeling that went beyond ordinary family affection.

Perhaps, this subtle emotion had already taken root without her realizing it, but for a long time, she either had never thought deeply about the deeper meaning of it, or had deliberately chosen to avoid it, unwilling to face this seemingly unrealistic emotion.

Gradually, time seemed to freeze, and every second passed so slowly.

Perhaps it was Shang Qing's words of comfort, as gentle as a spring breeze, that flowed like streams of clear springs into the depths of Ji Xun's heart, nourishing his tortured heart; or perhaps it was her slender and dexterous hands, and the skillful massage techniques she performed, that, like magical magic, effectively relieved the pain and tension in Ji Xun's body.

Ji Xun, who was originally convulsing and trembling due to extreme pain, slowly calmed down as if he had been cast under a spell.

His breathing, which was as rapid as a storm, gradually became steady, as if the surging waves finally returned to a quiet harbor.

His tense facial muscles began to relax, his furrowed brows gradually unfurled, and the expression originally filled with fear and pain gradually disappeared, replaced by a sense of serenity and relaxation.

At this moment, Ji Xun seemed to have woken up from a terrible nightmare and regained his own peace.

"Sister...sister..." Ji Xun slowly opened her eyes that had been closed for a long time.

His eyes were red and bloodshot, revealing endless fatigue, like two rubies that had just been baptized by a storm.

However, despite his slightly dazed eyes, when his gaze focused on the girl in front of him who was hugging him tightly and massaging him gently, a hint of surprise and relief couldn't help but reveal itself.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, outlining a soft and warm smile, like a ray of sunshine in winter, instantly dispelling the coldness around him.

The pale face now looked more lively because of this smile, which made people feel pity for him.

Then, Ji Xun asked softly in a voice that had become hoarse and low due to prolonged suffering, yet filled with deep affection: "Am I... dreaming? Sister... you are with me, right..."

Shang Qing's eyes instantly moistened at Ji Xun's dreamlike question. Tears welled up in her beautiful eyes, as if they were about to burst out at any moment.

She shook her head gently, her movements were so cautious, for fear of disturbing the fragile person in front of her.

Then, she stretched out a hand, gently stroked Ji Xun's messy hair, and said softly: "Xiao Xun, this is not a dream. Sister is here with you and will never leave. No matter what happens, sister will always be by your side, don't worry."

Slowly, that thin but charming and handsome face, as if covered by a mysterious veil, gradually emerged from the shadows.

If you look closely, you can find that compared to the past, his soft hair has become obviously much longer. It hangs down and gently brushes across his face, even slightly covering his eyes that were originally bright and beautiful, like the most dazzling stars in the night sky.

"Sister...are you okay? Are you really okay...I'm okay, that's great. Sister...I, I miss you so much...I miss you so much...I'm so scared...I'm scared that you won't want me anymore...Wuwu..."

Ji Xun's lips trembled as he muttered to himself. His voice was as light as a feather in the breeze, filled with endless uncertainty and deep fear.

However, when his mind was filled with the image of his sister still having her eyes closed and not waking up, his voice stopped abruptly.

"No, that's not right. Sister didn't wake up... Wuwu... Sister... You lied to me again..."

Ji Xun's eyes, which were originally exquisitely beautiful and stunning, now turned red due to extreme sadness and despair, as if they could drip blood at any time.

At first, he just murmured softly, as if afraid to break the fragile silence, and every word was filled with unspeakable heaviness and sadness.

Soon, those whispers could no longer suppress the surging emotions in his heart, and turned into a string of crystal clear tears, rolling silently down his snow-white cheeks.

Those teardrops, like pearls with broken strings, kept falling to the ground, splashing tiny water droplets.

The small and exquisite black mole at the end of his eye, now soaked with tears, appeared even more vivid and eye-catching, just like a weeping cinnabar mole, emitting a poignant and heartbreaking light.

I don’t know how many times this kind of scene has happened.

In those countless long and lonely nights, in those dreams intertwined with hope and disappointment, his sister would always smile and say to him in an extremely gentle tone: "Xunxun, I'm awake. I'm fine now."

However, every time he opened his eyes full of anticipation, what was waiting for him was always the cold reality and his sister who was still sleeping soundly.