“Come and take a look, Mr. Nuo. Look at how pretty my daughter is.”
On a beautiful day that year, a cute crying baby was brought to the world.
She was a gift from God to them.
“Mr. Nuo, look over here. Look at the portrait I've drawn of you. It sure looks like you, doesn't it? This is the first picture I have ever drawn. Hence, I want you to frame it and hang it on the wall.”
That year, Angie had just entered kindergarten and managed to draw her first ever portrait.
When he saw the picture on the wall that looked like an obituary, Nuo didn't know whether to laugh or to cry.
“Mr. Nuo, why don't they like me? Why don't they want to play with me? Instead, they always end up bullying me. Boohoo...”
Once, Angie, with a backpack on her back, came back from school with her eyes swollen from crying.
The sight of her crying simply broke Nuo's heart.
Just like a raging river, past memories flooded his mind.
Every single scene flashed across his mind like a vintage projector playing in his head.
Underneath the scorching sun, Nuo looked in the direction that Angie had fled in and broke out a blissful smile.
Boom!
All of a sudden, a deafening rumble echoed through the land, as if a mountain had collapsed onto itself.
Simultaneously, Nuo slumped lifelessly onto the ground.
“Mr. Nuo... Mr. Nuo...”
Meanwhile, when the fleeing Angie saw Nuo's collapsing figure, she let out an agonizing cry.
With tears covering her face, she was overwhelmed with remorse.
I shouldn't have escaped or gotten Mr. Nuo to help me.
If only I had resigned myself to my fate, Mr. Nuo wouldn't have to die.
In fact, Angie no longer wished for Ye Fan's return.
Given how powerful the Chu family was, she was certain that he was incapable of taking her away.
She would just end up burdening another person.
Just as she was deliberating upon the matter, the energy that Nuo transferred to her began to wane, causing her to slow down.
Finally, after fleeing for tens of kilometers, the momentum she had was finally gone.
As a result, Angie crashed onto the ground.
Having stopped running, she just stayed still and cried in silence.
“Ms. Jones, run! Nuo has given his life to save you. If you are recaptured, his sacrifice would've been in va i n
Just when Angie was overwhelmed by anguish over Nuo's death, an anxious voice rang out from behind her.
A white-haired old man had appeared before her out of nowhere.
“Who are you?”
Teary-eyed, Angie gave him a curious look.
The old man didn't reply. Instead, he pulled Angie up and continued running toward the shore.
“Ms. Jones, it doesn't matter who I am. All you need to know is that I was sent by Young Master to receive you, and he will be arriving very soon. All we need to do is to hold out a little longer,” Han explained excitedly as he helped Angie flee.
“Can the Young Master you are talking about be...”
Puzzled by his words initially, Angie suddenly had an image form in her mind.
“That's right. My master is Chu Tianfan, also known as Ye Fan,” Han replied immediately.
In truth, Han had received instructions from Ye Fan the night before.
He was ordered to protect Angie as much as possible until Ye Fan's arrival.
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