Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

Yun Si gently patted his shoulder and rubbed his soft and slightly curly hair.

It was probably because of the arrival of Song Zhiqiang that the life he was accustomed to was disrupted. He seemed to have returned to the appearance of a gentle little lamb, holding her quietly and motionless.

Her beautiful eyelashes were lowered, trembling, and her fingers were still holding her clothes tightly.

He became very insecure, as if he was afraid that his originally peaceful life would be broken.

He didn't want to go back to his original dark life, and he didn't want to live in the sound of beatings and scoldings that were full of alcohol.

He would rather have no parents, would rather live alone in the world without relatives, than go back to a life like that.

The young man was buried in her arms like a frightened bird, his back almost trembling.

The remaining fears and shadows from childhood flooded into my brain like a lingering nightmare.

He was like a trembling little baby, frantically trying to hide in her arms.

She wished it could all be squeezed into her heart, completely hidden, and never come out again.

"Si Si... Si Si..."

He murmured in a low voice, like a fish lying on the ground dying of thirst, as if he couldn't breathe in his throat.

His spirit was very tense, and the thread in his mind seemed to be stretched into a straight line.

Probably because he would think of something that frightened him extremely, he called her name frantically, as if his spirit was about to be completely torn apart.

In that endless beating, the already desperate person seemed to have healed his wounds, but it was just——

Put all your spiritual sustenance on one person.

He should have been completely closed off, self-loathed, and even destroyed, but in the end, he survived like a normal person.

The collapsed spirit is also like a vine, clinging to the same person.

Tightly, can't leave for a moment.

Without him, his world will begin to collapse, completely falling apart.

The young man shook his body and made a whining sound like a little cub.

The slender fingers were bent, and the knuckles were pinched until they turned white.

Yun Si concentrated slightly, hugged him tightly, inserted her fingertips into his hair, gently rubbed and coaxed him,

"It's okay, don't be afraid. I'm here. If I don't leave, I will never leave."

"Brother Song Jing, be good. If you don't want to see Uncle Song, he will disappear from now on. I'll help you block him, okay?"

He sobbed, his eyelashes drooping, still stained with crystal tears.

As a grown man, he still looks breastful and beautiful when he sheds tears.

Fair to almost transparent skin, bright red soft lips.

His long arms hugged her waist tightly, like an aggrieved cat showing its belly, and hummed softly.

The wounds he had had were torn open, making him panic and anxious.

But as long as his spiritual sustenance is still there, as long as the people who give him hope are still there, he will not completely collapse.

Even the will to survive can only depend on that one person, and I don't know whether this is unfortunate or fortunate.

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Throughout the whole day, Song Jing's spirit was on the verge of extreme need for dependence.

He was always attached to Yun Si, but after this incident, he became more and more like a shadow, following Yun Si even to the bathroom.

Yun Si was helpless and wanted to say something, but every time she met his eyes and the words came to her lips, she couldn't say anything.

Just as a psychiatrist once said,

The young Song Jing was already mentally abnormal after experiencing such years of abuse.