Reborn, she saved the boy who was bullied to death

Chapter 339: Falling into an Unforgivable and Terrifying Whirlpool

Ji Xun didn't give up. He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to protect Shang Qing. After turning over a few times, he found the right moment, and with one hand, he struggled to grab the small trees or grass nearby, and pushed hard with his feet to try to stop his downward trend.

After a difficult struggle, just as Ji Xun was rolling down, he finally hit an extremely huge rock at the waist and stopped.

At that moment, piercing pain came over him like a tide, and he felt as if his waist was about to break in two.

Even the slightest movement could trigger that suffocating pain. However, at this moment, Ji Xun had no time to care about his own injuries. He clung tightly to the unconscious Shang Qing, trying to offer her some comfort.

But just such a simple action caused the severe pain to spread throughout his body like lightning.

Ji Xun's face suddenly turned pale as paper, completely devoid of any color. Beads of sweat the size of beans continuously slid down his forehead and dripped onto the ground, as if they were tears of pain.

But even so, he still didn't care about the pain he suffered, as if this scarred body did not belong to him.

Glancing sideways, he saw a pitch-black cliff behind him. Listening to the wind blowing upward, he felt a sense of danger and treacherousness. Just a hair's breadth! He and Shang Qing would have perished in this abyss. Undoubtedly, they were lucky.

Grandma Kang said Shang Qing was blessed with good fortune, and Ji Xun had always believed it. Now, wasn't it?

Regardless of the aches and pains all over his body, and the scars on his hands and body, Ji Xun breathed deeply.

Feeling Shang Qing's weak breathing, Ji Xun's trembling arms tightly embraced her soft body. At this moment, Ji Xun felt real and solid.

Shang Qing nestled quietly in Ji Xun's arms, her eyes closed and her face pale.

Ji Xun stared at the unconscious and injured Shang Qing, his heart burning with anxiety and worry in his eyes, and he felt almost suffocated by the pain.

He pressed his cheek against hers, which was wet and scratched and mixed with mud, and said in a suppressed and trembling voice, "Sister, sister, it's okay. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It's okay."

Ji Xun's eyes were filled with pain and self-blame, as if all these misfortunes were caused by him.

His originally powerful hands were trembling slightly at this moment, but he still gently tucked the wet and dirty hair beside Shang Qing's cheek behind her ears.

This small action seemed insignificant, but Ji Xun used all his strength to complete it. He was afraid that if he used a little force, it would cause more pain to Shang Qing.

Soon, as Ji Xun moved, the little face that was originally hidden behind the messy hair gradually became visible.

However, what Ji Xun saw was a face that was becoming increasingly horrific. Shang Qing's face was covered in scrapes and bloodstains, and her once fair skin now looked frighteningly pale.

Ji Xun's heart suddenly tightened, the pain so severe that he could hardly breathe. His hands trembled even more violently, but he suppressed his fear and anxiety and carefully began to examine Shang Qing's body.

His eyes were like a scanner, slowly sweeping over Shang Qing's head and limbs, not missing any details, and carefully observing every scar and every bruise.

Shang Qing had some scratches on his body from rolling down, but when he saw Shang Qing's bloody palm, his heart tightened even more.

Feeling her weak breathing, tears welled up from the corners of her eyes, but he didn't dare to touch them.

He took out a handkerchief to wipe the wound on Shang Qing's palm, and then gently fixed it with the handkerchief, while whispering Shang Qing's name, hoping that she would wake up quickly. Only then would he feel relieved.

After a while, Shang Qing's wound was finally treated simply.

Ji Xun held Shang Qing's hand tightly, touching the beads on her wrist, caressing them gently and carefully. He had great faith in the beads the hypnotist had given her. They could help Shang Qing overcome her tribulation. Now, still in her hand, he forced himself to believe in their magic. He refused to let go for even a moment.

His eyes were filled with tenderness and love, as if Ji Xun was his whole world.

At this moment, Shang Qing's fingertips trembled slightly. Ji Xun suddenly became excited, staring at Shang Qing's face, eager for her to open her eyes.

Finally, Shang Qing slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Ji Xun's worried face. The moment their eyes met, Shang Qing felt an indescribable emotion well up in her heart.

What kind of place is this? How could Shang Qing not know the dangerous situation the two of them were in?

The boy in front of her was willing to do anything to save her. How could she not be moved by his deep affection?

Shang Qing's eyes were red, tears rolled down her cheeks, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "Xiao Xun...you are so silly..."

"Sister...you...you're in pain somewhere..." Ji Xun's voice was hoarse, and it was obvious that he was crying. He was more concerned about Shang Qing's current health.

"Be good, Xiao Xun... I... am fine... I just don't have any strength... and I'm a little sleepy..." His weak voice revealed infinite fatigue, and his eyes no longer had the bright luster of the past, which made Ji Xun's heart ache.

"Sister, it's safe now. I'll take you upstairs." Ji Xun hugged Shang Qing in his arms, rested his chin on the top of her head, and coaxed her softly, "Sister, if you feel sleepy, just rest. With Xiao Xun here, you'll be safe."

Listening to these soothing words and smelling the familiar, pleasant and refreshing breath, Shang Qing felt protected in this warm and generous heart. His tense nerves gradually relaxed, his eyes closed again, and he fell silent again.

Ji Xun didn't dare to disturb Shang Qing, and only called her "sister" softly. However, Shang Qing never responded to him again.

Knowing that Shang Qing had fainted again and was not in danger of death, Ji Xun stopped disturbing her. If she woke up, she would only suffer from the pain.

Ji Xun was scared, he blamed himself, regretted and even collapsed.

Why was I so selfish as to interrogate Shang Qing now? Even if she didn't love me, so what? Wasn't all I wanted from the beginning just to be by her side? To not be abandoned by her?

But now, you actually dare to question her, force her, and make her fall in love with you! How can I be worthy of this!

Why couldn't I stay right beside her when she left? Why did I stay there for so long? When I realized she hadn't returned to the barbecue, why couldn't I move faster or ask my friends to look for her together?

Since you saw her talking to a stranger just now, why didn't you go up to her? Why did you hide?

The reason Shang Qing is in such serious danger is all because of me! It's all because of me!

Ji Xun went mad. He was completely trapped in his own unforgivable and terrible vortex.

Tears slid down her cheeks, dripping onto Shang Qing's cheeks, staining Shang Qing's dirty, but still bright and charming face, or even more charming because of the battle damage.