Chapter 287 - 287 Chapter 287. He's Here Again
287 Chapter 287. He’s Here Again
In the short span of three years, Zhuang Xian had created countless identities and created many fake accounts for herself!
She knew she had many enemies who were also very powerful and treacherous. Only by not relaxing at all times would she have a higher chance of winning.
Her grandfather was right about one thing. Zhuang Xian had pushed herself to the limit. Ever since she was reborn, she had thought about revenge every moment and had never slacked off. She could get tired too!
The wind on the basketball court started to blow, ruffling Zhuang Xian’s long hair draped over her shoulders. She was thinking about many things, and a figure slowly emerged from her mind just as she was in a daze.
‘Are you a Hedgehog?’ he said to her.
Zhuang Xian smiled faintly, a hint of gentleness appearing at the corners of her lips. However, before this brief smile disappeared, she heard a deep and warm voice coming from her right side. “What are you thinking about alone? ”
Mo Qian maneuvered his smart wheelchair and wobbled into Zhuang Xian’s line of sight. When he saw the girl’s bright and white right face, the smile on Mo Qian’s face widened. He stopped three steps from Zhuang Xian and looked at the girl’s dazed little face. Mo Qian laughed, and his eyes became gentle.
“Why are you looking so silly again? Isn’t it worth being surprised or happy to see me like this? ”
The light was directed in front of Zhuang Xian, and Mo Qian’s body was covered in the moonlight.
However, when Zhuang Xian looked at the gentle-looking man who always appeared out of the blue, she felt her heart heat up for some reason. She felt something brush across her face and subconsciously looked away. She tried to hide it, but it only made it more obvious. “It’s good enough that you didn’t get a shock!”
The young girl was too busy trying to keep her emotions and tears in check and did not realize that Mo Qian had already inched closer to her. When she saw the white handkerchief appearing in front of her, Zhuang Xian was stunned.
“Why are you sitting here alone and crying? I heard from Lei Cheng that you were very sharp-tongued when you confronted the school’s people today.”
Upon hearing Mo Qian’s gentle complaint, Zhuang Xian reached out to take the man’s handkerchief and said in a slightly hoarse voice, “I’m not sitting here and crying by myself.”
Mo Qian laughed and tilted his head to look at the top of the girl’s head. He asked tenderly, “Oh? Then why did I see you wiping away your tears secretly? Did the An family let you suffer?”
‘I’m only crying because you’re here.’
Zhuang Xian finished her sentence silently in her heart and threw the handkerchief back to Mo Qian. she turned around and scolded, “How can you be so evil! Can’t you comfort me? Do you have to be so annoying?”
Mo Qian saw the girl’s sudden display of power, and the pampering smile on his face had only risen halfway when the gauze froze him on the left side of the girl’s face.
Zhuang Xian had always been beautiful and sharp, and her exquisite face was one of her weapons. However, when Mo Qian saw that her originally beautiful face was suddenly covered with some unsightly injuries, his heart began to throb in pain.
The white gauze clung to the girl’s delicate side profile, making people feel pity for her. When it fell into Mo Qian’s eyes, it was even more intense. “You’re injured?”
After the endless heartache, a strange feeling emerged in Mo Qian’s heart. At this moment, because of Zhuang Xian’s weakness and innocence, she was even more beautiful than before! She was like a lovely little beast that had appeared under the moonlight. Because she was injured, she snuggled up in the forest alone and licked her wounds.
“It’s none of your business if I get injured.”
Mo Qian pretended to be angry when he heard the girl who made his heart ache.
Mo Qian smiled helplessly and indulgently. He looked at Zhuang Xian and said softly and slowly, “I was wrong. Turn around and let me see.”
If Mo Qian were the second gentlemanly and the second gentlest man in the world, no one would dare to claim they were the first. Zhuang Xian subconsciously turned to look at him. Her eyes were slightly red from crying just now.
Mo Qian lifted his slender, well-proportioned hand and held Zhuang Xian’s left chin.
The girl’s face had turned cold from exposure to the wind for so long. When Mo Qian’s warm hand touched her face, Zhuang Xian moved her chin uncomfortably.