After transmigrating into the book, she became the male god's white moonlight.

Chapter 352 I want to see her cry
"Are…are you okay?"

The seemingly timid girl repeated herself, her eyes clear and devoid of any impure thoughts.

Lan Jing frowned, swallowed the bloody taste in her mouth, and said unhappily, "Help me up."

The girl looked at the pale-faced person leaning against the wall, hesitated for a moment, but still helped him up.

She stumbled and almost fell as soon as she took over.

The person carrying her on his shoulder seemed to be doing it on purpose, pressing all his weight onto her.

"Go to the pavilion."

"you……"

Before the words were even spoken, a cold sensation washed over me.

"Enough with the nonsense, do as I say, or else..."

In the past, he might have made a joke or two, but now, he wasn't in the mood.

Lan Jing's expression grew paler and paler, with a sharp knife tip pressed against her neck.

With just a slight exertion, blood will gush out like a fountain.

Lu You: ...

Well done, such a generous welcome gift right from the start!

"I-I know."

Feeling the coldness on her neck, she shivered and obediently helped the boy through the alleys to the pavilion, placing him on a stone bench.

Seemingly finding a foothold to rest, Lan Jing withdrew the Swiss Army knife she had been holding hostage to the girl.

He lay sprawled on the round stone table, panting heavily, cold sweat streaming down his face, oblivious to whether the person next to him was running away.

The girl stood there awkwardly. "If you have nothing else, I'll be going now."

"..."

He received no response from the boy for a long time. The rustling footsteps faded into the distance, and he understood what was happening, but he did not stop him.

He lay asleep with his handsome face turned to the side, his rosy lips covered by a trace of paleness, his breathing slightly heavy, and his exquisite and beautiful features hidden by strands of black hair.

Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, it left a faint silhouette.

After some time, the abdominal pain had subsided considerably, and the excruciating pain was gone.

He rolled over, his long eyelashes fluttering slightly, just as he was about to open his eyes and stretch.

A warm sensation travels through the skin, accompanied by a slight coolness and a pungent smell of alcohol.

Just as Lan Jing was about to get up, her body instinctively reached out and grabbed the hand that was wreaking havoc on her wound.

Her beautiful, starry eyes held barely suppressed wariness, and a deep sense of surprise. "What are you doing?"

In his mind, hadn't she left long ago?

“I…I saw you were injured, but you didn’t want to go to the hospital, so I…”

The girl trembled, looking timid.

Lan Jing followed her gaze and glanced at the things on the stone table. There was a plastic bag on it, and the plastic bag was filled with various medicines.

Her hand was still tightly gripping her wrist, the pain radiating from it. She lowered her head, tears welling up in her clear eyes.

"pain."

Her small face, no bigger than a palm, was scrunched up in distress, her eyes were red at the corners, and her voice was muffled, with a hint of sobbing.

This fragile appearance unexpectedly overlapped with the figure in my mind, like a fragile porcelain doll, easily stirring up the deepest evil in one's heart.

Lan Jing's eyes darkened. Deep down, she not only had no intention of letting go, but also felt a strong urge to see her bullied to the point of tears.

Only when tears dripped onto his hand, causing it to burn, did he snap out of his daze and pull his hand back.

(End of this chapter)