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The man remained silent, not uttering a word.
"Do you really consider a hypocrite who appears golden on the outside but is rotten within as your opponent? Isn’t that just humiliating yourself? All this talk about righteousness and integrity is nothing but nonsense." Zhu Hui couldn't help but cry, her sobs filled with deep sorrow. She lowered her head, choking back her tears. "Do you know how much I believed in that person? I idolized him like a role model. But why did he have to deceive me? Why?"
The man turned to gaze at her for a moment, still silent. He then turned away and took the unfinished noodles outside to dispose of them. At that moment, the group managed to extract Yang Qianfan's father's phone number from him. After threatening Zhu Hui and Yang Qianfan with a few words, they hurriedly left.
The warehouse was cold and damp, so quiet that one could almost hear the ants breathing. Yang Qianfan had suffered a head injury, and perhaps due to excessive blood loss, he began to tremble, his breathing growing increasingly rapid.
"Yang Qianfan, are you okay?" Zhu Hui noticed something was off with him and kept asking, her shoulders rising in concern.
"Don't worry, I won't die," Yang Qianfan replied weakly.
"But your head is bleeding! What are we going to do now?"
"What can we do? Either wait for someone to rescue us or wait for the King of Hell to collect us."
"Will your father come to save you?"
"He will. I'm his only son; he will definitely come for me."
"Really?" Zhu Hui gazed up at the ceiling, her eyes becoming distant as she spoke sorrowfully. "Your father will come for you, but what about me? Where is my father right now?"
"Zhu Hui, as long as I'm here, I will protect you," Yang Qianfan said with great effort, his head pounding painfully.
Zhu Hui listened to him say he would protect himself and couldn't help but turn her head, giving a faint smile as she pressed her face against his back. A warm current flowed through her heart, warming her entire body. "Yang Qianfan, thank you."
Yang Qianfan smiled faintly, remaining silent as beads of sweat mixed with blood trickled down his forehead.
"If I really get sold to Nanyang, will you forget me?" Zhu Hui asked sadly.
"What nonsense are you talking about, Dwarf Winter Melon! If they really sell you to Nanyang, I'll go to Nanyang and buy you back, alright?" Yang Qianfan replied impatiently.
"Hey! Can you stop calling me Dwarf Winter Melon from now on?" Zhu Hui frowned, indignantly saying, "I'm a girl too and I have my pride. I also hope to meet my Prince Charming and share a beautiful and romantic love story with him. But every time you mock my height like this, do you know it makes me lose the desire to fall in love?"
"Is that so?" Yang Qianfan replied with a calm smile, weakly adding, "If that's the case, then I'll keep mocking you and call you Dwarf Winter Melon."
"You... you're so mean! Why do you have to do this?" Zhu Hui exclaimed in frustration.
"This way... you... you won't belong to anyone else." Yang Qianfan's voice trailed off as his vision blurred more and more before he suddenly fainted.
"Hey! Yang Qianfan... Yang Qianfan... don't scare me, wake up!" Zhu Hui desperately shook him, trying to rouse the Yang Qianfan who was leaning against her.
At that moment, a wailing siren broke the suffocating silence around them, coming closer. She was startled and quickly realized that the police had found them.
"Yang Qianfan, wake up! We’re saved! We’re saved! The police are here to rescue us! Can you hear me?" Zhu Hui cried out desperately, but he showed no response, his body stiff as if he were a thousand-year-old fossil asleep in a museum.
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