Chapter 163

After Transmigration, the Male Lead and I Had a HE Chapter 163

Xie Xinglin's with a weapon are naturally more powerful. Those people can't handle him, not to mention the addition of a crazy woman in a pink raincoat whacking them with an umbrella on their heads.

By the end, the guy in the bodysuit put his hand over his stomach and looked at Xie Xinglin. He growled, "Just you wait! You—"

He was punched in the stomach by Xie Xinglin again before he could let out the rest of his curses. He received a good amount of shock and ran away without looking back.

His henchmen followed him and fled in the rain in a hurry.

Xie Xinglin didn't chase after them. The iron rod in his hand fell to the ground, making a crisp clinking sound.

Then, Su Qiuge saw a stream of vibrant color flowing down his arm.

It was blood.

There was a knife wound on the arm before. It may be that the old wound tore during the fight, or it may have just been a new wound.

The blood mixed with the rainwater meandering down from his chiseled knuckles, the scattered hair on his forehead had long been wet by the rain, and the already rosy lips were dyed a coquettish color by the rain and mist.

However, he acts like nothing has happened as he leaned over to pick up the keychain that had just fallen on the ground. Su Qiuge noticed that there on the keychain was the glowing star that she had given him before.

While bending over, he turned his face sideways so she couldn't see the expression in his eyes. He said in a hoarse voice through the growing rain—

"Didn't I tell you not to come?"

For some reason, hearing this sentence, Su Qiuge felt a jabin her heart.

She also heard what those people said just now.

She recalled that Qin Dongming had humiliated Xie Xinglin at Han Ming's birthday party. She couldn't stand it and splashed him with ice water. Who would have thought that he was so vengeful that he would find someone to stalk Xie Xinglin?

Only then did he realize that her eyes were a little red. A raindrop or teardrop rolled down her face.

She seems to have always been a very soft-hearted person, who couldn’t stand seeing others get hurt.

Since his father's car accident that year, he has been disgusted by the sympathetic and pathetic eyes of those around him.

But now...

He was actually hoping that she, with her eyes now filled by the sight of him, would look at him for a little longer.

Even if it's just out of a ridiculous pity.

He tightened the grip of the keychain in his hand, only to realize that the rope of the star pendant had snapped.

The glowing star was washed out by the rain and fell to the ground, as if it had been abandoned, gleaming with a melancholic glow.

There are so many stars in the sky. How would anyone notice if one was gone?

After a while, he heard her say in a hoarse voice, "Even kindergarteners know how to protect themselves, to not fight or get hurt, but what about you?"

Doesn't this person often make fun of her for acting like a child? How is he any better?

She lowered her eyes, lifted his injured right hand. With fingers that trembled slightly, she wiped away the mix of blood and rainwater, carefully maneuvering around his rain-soaked wound.

She really can’t stand seeing others bleeding, because she herself is a person who is very afraid of pain. The sight makes her feel like there is a rock jammed into her heart, very uncomfortable.

She tucked the umbrella under her arms, picked up the fallen star from the ground. The rain slid down her face. She tied the broken pendant onto his wrist.

He stared at her movements, his eyelashes trembling slightly.

In that instant, that faint light was as dazzling as day.

There is someone who has noticed this speck of starlight.