A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1601 - 319: That Year We First Met—Stunning Encounter (Part 2)

How much strength can a little girl of five or six have? Yet the man’s eyes rolled back, blood gushing, as he looked incredulously at the girl before him, as if shocked that such a small child could have such a ruthless heart.

In the end, he fell down unwillingly.

"Clatter." The wooden stick fell to the ground.

The little girl covered her mouth, the calmness in her eyes ultimately replaced by panic.

She crouched down, cautiously feeling for Snake Saner’s breath, suddenly recoiling as if electrocuted, falling hard to the ground.

She had killed someone!

The sun was instantly obscured by dark clouds, the sky turning gloomy, and the wind arose from nowhere.

A little boy walked to her side, fearfully snuggling close to her.

She pulled the little boy up and fled the dark alley in a panic, running and running as if chased by a fierce beast.

She didn’t know how long she had been running when the little boy suddenly tripped and fell heavily to the ground.

"Miaomiao..." She hurriedly turned back to help him. The little boy had scraped his knee, and though he frowned in pain, he did not cry out.

Finally, she burst into tears, holding him tightly.

Who could understand her panic and fear at this moment?

The little boy raised his hand, gently patting her back, once and again, softly yet firmly.

Silently, he gave her strength.

At some point, the sky started to drizzle, like someone’s tears falling upon the world.

That was their first encounter in their past life.

After waking, he constantly inquired about her whereabouts. Snake Saner was dead, but not by his hand; the fatal wound was the last blow to the head. Unfortunately, the heavy rain washed away all evidence.

Only he knew.

He always dreamed of those calm and beautiful eyes, dreamt of when she swung the stick down on Snake Saner’s head, the determination in her eyes.

She must have been very scared; after all, she was still a child.

Whenever he thought about it, he felt pity and heartache.

Whose child was she, running around the streets like that? Weren’t her parents worried?

Afterward, he recalled countless times how beautiful she was. Her parents must be unapproachable figures. The clothes she wore were luxurious and noble. He had only seen similar dresses in high-end children’s boutiques in big malls; she must have come from a wealthy family, living like a Princess...

Time flew by like a white colt crossing a gap. By then, he had managed to gain a foothold but had never forgotten to search for her.

He just wanted to retrieve the relic left by his mother, that’s all, he told himself.

Yet, those eyes that lingered in his dreams for years would not let him forget.

The sycamore leaves fell, and deep autumn had arrived.

It was another year of red maples and autumn fruits.

The middle school in the small town had reached the end of the school day again. Students eagerly broke free from the school’s confines, rushing out with youthful smiles, spirited and free as they moved along.

"Brother Han, I’ve already found out. Li Hong’s son is in the second year at this school, and today is the day school lets out. Li Hong dotes on this son the most. As long as we kidnap him, Li Hong would surely be forced to comply."

The black-faced boy said roughly as he took out a photo, showing a chubby but very cute little boy.

The boy glanced at it indifferently, his gaze returning to the group of students rushing out of the school gates.

"Brother Han, I know you disapprove of this method, but extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. Li Hong is very stubborn, and we can only use this method to compel him to give in. But rest assured, the brothers will be careful not to harm the child."

"Let’s leave it at that." he said indifferently.

Suddenly, his eyes slightly glazed, penetrating through the crowd and landing on the young girl who had just stepped out of the school gate.

The black-faced boy followed his gaze and couldn’t help but brighten his eyes, "She looks like a fairy from a painting."

He rubbed his eyes, then rubbed them again, convinced he wasn’t seeing things.

But soon, his brow slightly furrowed.

"Why does she seem familiar?"

The boy’s fingers on his knee slightly curled. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

The young girl was wearing the same school uniform as the surrounding girls: a white blouse, a dark blue short jacket, a pleated plaid skirt, and white knee-high socks perfectly accentuating her legs, making them look long and straight. She wore shiny black leather shoes. Despite the ordinary attire, she stood out distinctly from the crowd, shining brightly, catching the eye at a glance.

She walked out from the campus, her back straight, her long hair tied in a ponytail at the back, revealing a perfectly beautiful oval face, her brows and eyes as if painted, noble and elegant. Her gentle yet distant demeanor was fascinating, with everyone keenly watching her every move.