The two of them walked back to the rest house in silence.
Leng Chuanjin didn't carry Xia Sanghuan back to her room but took her to his bedroom.
The girl was put on the bed somewhat bewilderedly.
He stroked her head.
"I'll go and have a word with that woman."
"You can rest here tonight."
After saying that, he straightened up and was about to go out.
The girl quickly grabbed the corner of his clothes.
"I'll go with you."
"But..."
Looking at her, he frowned.
The girl had just finished crying, and even the corners of her eyes were red. But her eyes were firm.
The man had no choice but to take her with him.
"Be careful of your wound."
As he said this, he reached out to support her.
"Or should I carry you there?"
Seeing his serious look, the girl couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Second brother."
"I hurt my shoulder, not my legs."
"Instead, how about you?"
As she said this, she lowered her head and looked at his knee.
"Doesn't your leg hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt."
He stepped forward and followed her out of the bedroom.
When they walked into Xia Sanghuan's room, Xia Anying was still huddled quietly in the corner as she was when they left.
It was not so much that she didn't want to talk as that she was completely heart - broken.
The man's gentle face from just a second ago instantly turned cold.
He mercilessly dragged her over from the corner and threw her directly at the girl's feet.
She looked down at her elder sister, feeling mixed emotions.
She was still looking at their childhood photos before going to bed and comforting herself that her sister wouldn't harm her again. But this thought was quickly dispelled.
She squatted down to look level with Xia Anying, who was kneeling on the ground.
Her wound was still throbbing with pain, but it didn't matter anymore.
She opened her mouth and felt her throat dry.
"Who told you to do this?"
She stared into her empty eyes and asked eagerly.
However, Xia Anying didn't respond at all. She just stared blankly ahead.
Xia Sanghuan frowned, vaguely feeling something was wrong.
If she was scared silly just now, she should have recovered by now. Why was she still in this state?
Rather.
Why did she have such an expression?
She didn't understand.
She bit her lower lip and tried to ask her a few more questions.
However, before she could say anything, Leng Chuanjin's hand rested on her other uninjured shoulder.
"Don't ask. She won't answer."
The man paused.
"Rather, she simply can't answer."
The girl closed her eyes.
Although she had also noticed it, she didn't really want to face this fact.
... Xia Anying had gone crazy.
It was not exactly crazy.
Medically speaking, her brain had received too much stimulation and couldn't accept it for a while, resulting in damage to the nervous system. Thus, she ended up in this state.
"We'll have to wait until we go back tomorrow."
The girl stood up, with melancholy that couldn't be concealed on her face.
"Okay."
The man stepped forward and reassuringly held her hand.
Feeling the continuous warmth from his palm, the uneasiness in her heart subsided a little.
"What are you going to do after we go back?"
"... Are you going to send her to the police station?"
He hesitated for a moment but still said this.
"No."
The girl pursed her lower lip.
She didn't say the reason, but the man could guess it.
She couldn't bear it.
She couldn't bear to send her sister, who had become like this, to prison to suffer.
"I know this is wrong."
Her voice was very soft.
"After she recovers, I'll let her receive the punishment she deserves."
The man raised his hand and stroked her head.
"Don't think too much."
"Does your wound still hurt?"
He changed the topic, not wanting to poke at her sore spot.
"It's much better."
She forced a ugly smile at him, which made his heart ache.
"Don't think too much."
"Just have a good rest tonight."
The girl turned her head and looked at the messy bedroom.
The man followed her gaze and saw the photo frame on the ground.
And the photo inside.
He walked over first and picked up the photo.
After brushing off the glass shards and dust on it, he gave it back to the girl.
Xia Sanghuan in the photo looked only ten years old, but the shadow of her current self could already be seen.
She was very cute.
Very lovable.
Leng Chuanjin thought to himself.
"This room can't be lived in tonight."
The man said.
"And there are no other available rooms."
He looked at the girl somewhat embarrassedly.
"Do you want to sleep in the same bedroom with me?"
The girl's gaze shifted from the photo to his face.
She raised her eyebrows at him, with playfulness in her eyes.
"I found a sleeping bag in the room when I was packing things."
"I'll sleep in the sleeping bag, and you can sleep in the bed."
"I can't let you stay here."
He felt a bit flustered under her gaze and quickly explained.
"Then I can go to Xia Anying's room."
The girl was determined to tease him.
"God knows what's in her room."
The man's expression suddenly became serious. "It's too dangerous."
"And with you by my side, I can ensure your safety."
Although he looked very serious, his words only made the situation worse.
Seeing her uncontrollable smile, he belatedly realized that he had been played by her.
"Okay, let's go."
As he said this, he was about to push the girl out of the door, looking as if he didn't want her to have any more contact with Xia Anying.
"What about her?"
The girl pointed at the person who had been kneeling on the ground.
The man looked back, then immediately dragged Xia Anying back to her room.
The girl followed him all the way, wanting to see what he was going to do.
Completely different from the way he carried her just now, the man's actions could be described as rough.
He didn't care about his actions and strength at all. The corridor in the rest house was narrow and dark, so it was inevitable that there would be some bumps.
The sound of Xia Anying's body colliding with the wall was continuous, but she didn't react at all.
Xia Sanghuan couldn't help but feel a little sad.
While being sad, she had already started to think of ways to treat her.
Leng Chuanjin threw her on the bed and then untied the hemp rope on her body.
One might have thought he was soft - hearted, but the next second, the man tied Xia Anying's hands in front of her.
This way, it wouldn't hurt her too much and would also restrict her movement. It served two purposes.
The man patted the dust off his hands and turned to the girl and said,
"Go back to sleep."
He took the girl's hand and, with the light of the kerosene lamp, walked step by step towards his bedroom.
He walked very slowly, afraid of bumping her anywhere, especially since her shoulder was injured.