The Double-Chapter 709 - 216 Siblings

"Ah... Zhao?" said Jiang Li.

Jih Heng’s gaze flickered slightly, and before she had a chance to speak, she saw Jiang Li quickly walking toward that person. She walked so fast, almost breaking into a run, and reached the person ahead of Zhao Ke. Zhao Ke hadn’t expected Jiang Li to suddenly come up, and he watched her in surprise without saying a word.

The youth sitting on the chair turned his head and was also startled to see Jiang Li. Under the moonlight, his shadow shifted from blurry to clear, his facial features still familiar but with less of the childishness and more of a resolute air. There were faint scars on his face, yet his eyes remained as clear as before, except now filled with confusion as he looked at Jiang Li; he even attempted to smile at her.

Jiang Li’s mind buzzed, and she uncontrollably reached out her hands to touch the young man’s face, as if trying to discern whether this was a dream or reality, mumbling, "Ah Zhao..."

The youth asked in confusion, "Miss... do you recognize me?"

His voice, still as cool as before, exploded in Jiang Li’s ears, causing her to tremble, and she jerked back to her senses, staring at him blankly. novelbuddy-cσ๓

It wasn’t a falsehood; Ah Zhao was speaking, it was Ah Zhao’s voice, it wasn’t a dream, Zhao Ke and Jih Heng were also here, and this was no ghost of Ah Zhao.

In an instant, her heart was filled with immense joy and sorrow, and she threw her arms around Ah Zhao, bursting into tears.

The girl sobbed uncontrollably, her crying resonating unusually clear in the courtyard. Zhao Ke opened his mouth in shock, looking instinctively towards Jih Heng. Miss Jiang the Second of the Jiang Family was actually embracing this boy named Ah Zhao—could it be they had known each other before? Miss Jiang the Second and Ah Zhao being so intimate, could it be they had a secret romance in the past? If that were true, how could his master bear it? To find himself inferior to a boy of unknown origin, Miss Jiang the Second had just been holding hands with his master, and now, right before his master’s eyes, she was hugging someone else. This was truly...

Ah Zhao, being held like this by Jiang Li, was also somewhat at a loss, his face flushing red with embarrassment. It was unexpected to be embraced so by a stranger, and although Ah Zhao’s instincts were to push her away, the girl’s heart-wrenching cry, her sorrow, inexplicably made his nose feel sour, and he couldn’t bring himself to push her away, allowing her to lean on his shoulder, weeping uncontrollably.

Because it was night, Jiang Li’s crying quickly disturbed the others. Xiao Hong in the cage fluttered incessantly, calling out "Fangfei," only to be drowned out by Jiang Li’s tears. Old General Jih seemed to have been woken up too and yelled with a strong voice from the next yard over, telling Jih Heng to quiet down.

Jih Heng walked over, grabbed Jiang Li’s arm, and pulled her up from Ah Zhao. Zhao Ke paid attention to his master’s expression and noticed that Jih Heng didn’t seem angry, which surprised him even more. Miss Jiang the Second had done such a thing, yet his master was still so tolerant; no wonder people always said "beauty brings trouble."

Jih Heng said, "Let’s talk inside."

Jiang Li, wiping her tears, pushed Ah Zhao’s wheelchair into the house, followed by Jih Heng, leaving Zhao Ke to guard outside.

Ah Zhao usually lived in the small house next to Situ Pharmacy. The interior of the house was rather simple. Jih Heng sat on the edge of the bed, pulled Jiang Li down to sit, and Ah Zhao lit an oil lamp. He looked at Jiang Li, still a bit uncomfortable, and was about to speak when he heard Jiang Li start, asking, "What happened to your legs?"

Ah Zhao opened his mouth, this mysterious maiden questioning him as if she had the right to know everything about him. Yet, inexplicably, he found himself honestly replying, "Doctor Situ said my legs are broken, and it’s unlikely that I’ll be able to stand again. I always think about whether I could try again, so I support myself with the windowsill and stand for a while at night, but I can’t last long. I was afraid Doctor Situ would be angry if he saw me, so I only do it at night. I never expected the master and the lady to see me."

"Broken?" Jiang Li asked softly, and after uttering that word, her tears once again started to flow. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like for Ah Zhao, a youth from the martial arts world, if he could never stand again. In his younger years, his ambition was not to become an official or to amass wealth; it was to travel far and wide, to root out evil and promote good. He was very much like Ye Mingyu, except that Ye Mingyu had indeed achieved it, but Ah Zhao never would.

Her tears fell in huge drops, as if her sorrow had reached its peak. Jih Heng watched from the side and sighed softly, taking out a handkerchief to wipe away her tears. In the past, he felt that no matter what situation this girl faced, she always remained composed, even when facing the most vicious people, she could still smile. Now it seemed that the few times she cried were all related to her loved ones. As long as it was about her loved ones, her tears became unstoppable, her crying making everyone’s hearts soften.

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