Chapter 1141: Chapter 1141 Afraid of Death (2)
The phrase âafraid of deathâ almost pierced the hearts of both people inside and outside the room.
How could she not be afraid?
She was only twelve years old, a blossoming age, a wonderful life, just like a Fairyâs life, when suddenly someone told her that everything she had was a result of defying fate, like a thief, and it was destined not to last long.
But she was Ruan Jiaojiao!
All of this should rightfully be hers!
Ruan Jiaojiao didnât understand, she was unwilling to accept it, fearful and furious.
Why is it that her returning to this world is considered defying destiny? By what right? Why?
Ruan Jiaojiao had never felt such resentment as she did at this moment. She was naturally cheerful, good at regulating her emotions because she knew how much the Ruan Family valued her. She didnât want the whole family to be unhappy because of her alone.
But now.
All she felt was fear and resentment.
âYou go out.â She pulled the blanket over her head, her voice filled with world-weariness.
Xiu Xi looked at her, wanting to pull the blanket away from her face, but his hand had barely touched it when Ruan Jiaojiao shouted, âGet out! Get out!â
Seeing Ruan Jiaojiao nearly hysterical, Xiu Xi clenched his withdrawn hand into a fist but didnât dare leave: âIâll stay with you.â
Ruan Jiaojiaoâs tears streamed down her cheeks, her emotions on the verge of collapse: âOut, out, out!â Her voice grew increasingly frenzied, and she thrashed wildly, heedless of her injuries.
If it were someone else, they might have left by now.
But Xiu Xi did not.
No one understood Ruan Jiaojiao better than he did. He knew how scared she was at that moment, and he couldnât let her face it alone.
Not only did he not leave, but he also sat by her bed, wrapping both her and the blanket in his arms, restraining her flailing limbs, and swore, âTrust me, I wonât let you die.â
Ruan Jiaojiao, at this moment, couldnât calm down to listen to his words, writhing in his arms until she was finally subdued and exhausted.
Certainly, Ruan Jiaojiao didnât look good now.
It was still summer and midday; she had wrapped herself in a blanket and made such a fuss hysterically, her body was already drenched in sweat, hair sticking messily to her face, her eyes and nose red, tears streaked across her face, making her no longer seem as cute and pretty as usual.
But Xiu Xiâs gaze at her remained as gentle as ever, unchanged.
âDonât be afraid, I wonât let you die.â Even if it really came to that, he would imitate those who took her body in the past life and find her a new body.
He was not afraid of heavenly retribution, nor was he afraid of defying destiny, as long as she could be safe and sound, others really were like insignificant ants to him, without any significance.
âBrother XiuâŠâ Perhaps it was Xiu Xiâs firm and serious gaze, or perhaps it was his comforting touch on her face, that gradually calmed Ruan Jiaojiao down.
She reached out and embraced him, crying uncontrollably, her whole body trembling: âI donât want to die, I really donât want to dieâŠâ
The more you care, the more you fear deathâŠ
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From that afternoon onwards, the Ruan Family was shrouded in a low pressure.
Shu Jiao came back once, but she didnât open the door to see Ruan Jiaojiao. Ruan Jiaojiaoâs words about being afraid of death almost took her life.
If she could, she would trade her life for hers, but she didnât have the ability to do so.