Chapter 2 (1/2)

Lin Jiangxia ran about in the boundless darkness and walked all the time. She didn't go out for a long time. However, when she thought she would never go out again, a familiar voice came into her ears.

”Jiangxia, Jiangxia!”

That was Zhan beiheng's voice, familiar, cold and fierce, but with a bit of anxiety.

”Wake up, wake up.”

She seemed to be shaken several times and suddenly opened her eyes.

In front of him was Zhan beiheng's face, which was magnified n times. The face had a deep outline and slender eyebrows and eyes. Even the ruddy corners of his mouth were pursed into a line, which made people feel that he was not close to him as soon as they saw him.

At the moment, he bent over, one hand protecting her head, the other hand clasping her waist, and the anxiety in the bottom of his eyes flashed by.

”Zhan beiheng?!”

Lin Jiangxia exclaimed, how can she see him? Didn't they both die in a sea of fire?

Or did she just have a dream?

”Wake up?”

He asked her in a low voice, as if afraid of startling her.

Lin Jiangxia's heart tightened and he saw the man in front of him. His legs were still there. Moreover, his eyes would surge with emotion, which was far different from Zhan beiheng, who was not happy or angry!

Where they are now is not a burned kitchen at all, but on the stairs!

This is the war house!

Lin Jiangxia's mind flashed and suddenly remembered this scene. This happened when she was engaged to Zhan beiheng! She listened to Lin Leyu's instigation to elope with Zhan Bo Ru, but when she went downstairs, she slipped and fell down, knocking on her forehead.

This incident once made Zhan beiheng a joke in the upper class circle.

She turned her neck hard and looked around. There was no doubt that she was a fighter.

Is she reborn?

The old naive gave her a chance again?

The overwhelming grievances, like a surging wave, drowned her in an instant, and tears fell uncontrollably.

She rushed into Zhan beiheng's arms, put her hands around his waist and sobbed: ”great, you're all right...”

Zhan beiheng was stiff, bowed his head, and his deep eyes fell on Lin Jiangxia's head.

The fluffy little head trembled helplessly, like a lost and wandering kitten, which was finally found by the owner and wronged in a mess.

He reached out and gently rubbed her head.

Thin lips gently opened: ”it's okay, I'm here.”

This sentence, like a sharp dagger stabbing Lin Jiangxia's heart, hurt her out of breath. This tone is as like as two peas when he rushed into the flames.

”Brother Zhan, I will treat you all my life.”

She called him brother Zhan?

How long has it been since I heard this name?