Douluo Continent: Getting Stronger After Heartbreak

Chapter 12: The water wasn't changed...

"Put them on!"

Amidst the wind and rain, thunder rumbled incessantly.

But the girl wasn't frightened by the boy's angry voice; she had never been treated like that before.

She was completely terrified.

Qin Jian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly took the opportunity to put the raincoat and cloak on her and tie it up. Then, without saying a word, he picked her up and ran.

Outside, Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo also breathed a sigh of relief.

If Ning Rongrong continues to sulk like this, they don't know if they'll soften their hearts...

It took Ning Rongrong a while to come to her senses.

"Qin Jian! You actually yelled at me just now! Put me down!"

She suddenly started to struggle.

"I won't let go!"

Qin Jian not only didn't put her down, but instead ran faster and faster across the muddy ground.

"Put me down!"

Ning Rongrong kept patting Qin Jian's back and moving around so much that Qin Jian couldn't keep running.

clap clap!

He suddenly freed one hand and, without saying a word, slapped it down, making a crisp sound…

"Don't move!"

Ning Rongrong was stunned…

Even Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo outside were stunned...

"How...how could you take pictures of me there..."

A moment later, Ning Rongrong said in shame and indignation, "You can't touch a girl's private parts!"

"I touched it! What are you going to do about it?!"

Qin Jian was going all out.

With this torrential rain and strong winds, and Ning Rongrong constantly holding everyone back, anyone would be in a bad mood.

"I...I..."

Ning Rongrong choked, then steeled herself and, with a "whoosh," bit down on his shoulder...

"Ouch! You really bit me!"

Qin Jian was furious.

"I'll bite! I'll bite! Ouch..."

Ning Rongrong wouldn't budge an inch...

After much fuss, Qin Jian still couldn't put her down.

No one knows how much time passed, but in the storm, the little boy carried the little girl on his back and ran wildly.

Although it was a mess, it also gave people a strange sense of warmth.

"Will these two little ones develop feelings for each other...?"

Ning Fengzhi suddenly felt a little worried.

Sword Douluo said, "Let nature take its course. Rongrong is still young. Even if something happens, it shouldn't have a big impact."

That's why he encouraged Qin Jian to do it, because he didn't think that someone so young could really hurt Ning Rongrong...

"Too…"

Ning Fengzhi nodded...

Within the mimicry training ground.

Qin Jian didn't know how long he had been running; he only knew that his footsteps were getting heavier and heavier...

Finally, in the midst of the storm, he saw a huge tent.

He mustered his remaining strength, lifted the curtain, and rushed inside.

The torrential rain, thunder, and wind were immediately kept out.

"Huff huff..."

Qin Jian, supporting his knees, was breathing heavily. It took him a full ten minutes to slowly recover.

"Qin Jian, are you alright?"

Ning Rongrong finally climbed off him, her legs went weak, and she almost sat down on the ground.

She had just been jostled around for so long that her legs were numb.

"I... Phew... I'm alright..."

Qin Jian's face was covered in sweat: "You... huff... go check what's in the tent first... I'll... huff... rest for a bit..."

"Okay..."

A moment later, Ning Rongrong recovered without much effort, and her attention was quickly drawn to the facilities inside the tent.

"Wow... there's delicious food here!"

"Wow! There are changes of clothes! And a place to shower!"

Wow! What a huge bed!

"..."

Amidst the shouts and jeers, Qin Jian's lips curled into a slight smile: "What a little girl..."

He stretched his calves with difficulty.

If you don't stretch after running for so long, your legs might become bowlegged...

After managing to complete a set of stretches, Qin Jian could no longer hold on and collapsed to the ground.

"Qin Jian, Qin Jian, do you want to take a bath? You can take a bath here!" Ning Rongrong ran over excitedly.

Qin Jian shook his head and said gently, "You're soaking wet too, you should take a shower first..."

"Okay, I'm going!"

Ning Rongrong excitedly rushed back.

Qin Jian shook his head and then saw a stove in the center of the tent.

He moved with difficulty and set it on fire.

"Crackling and popping..."

As the warm firelight shone, he finally felt a little more comfortable...

"La la la..."

The sound of soft splashing water gradually came from behind the tent, along with the cheerful humming of a girl…

Qin Jian's eyelids were getting heavier and heavier...

I don't know how much time has passed.

The sound of water gradually faded away, and a radiant Ning Rongrong finally emerged.

"Qin Jian, Qin Jian, I'm done washing up, you should go wash up too..."

She paused mid-sentence, suddenly stunned.

In the center of the tent, the boy was hugging his knees, resting his head on them, and had fallen into a deep sleep.

The warm firelight shone on his face, making it glow red.

For some reason, Ning Rongrong felt a pang in her heart.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock..."

She quietly walked forward and saw that Qin Jian's clothes were still dripping with rainwater, soaking the surrounding ground.

"Qin Jian..."

Ning Rongrong suddenly felt like crying.

This boy had run here with great difficulty; his clothes were soaked through, he was exhausted, and he didn't even have the strength to change his clothes...

But he didn't complain at all, nor did he blame her for being willful. He just silently did everything and even let her take a shower first, even though he was the one who needed a warm bath the most...

"Qin Jian..."

Tears streamed down the girl's face.

"Cough cough...cough cough..."

Just then, Qin Jian, whose head was resting on his knees, suddenly coughed.

His face was slightly contorted, as if he was in great discomfort, but he did not wake up.

"Is he sick?!"

Ning Rongrong was startled and quickly squatted down.

"Qin Jian, Qin Jian, don't sleep! Quickly change your wet clothes! Qin Jian!"

With her persistent shaking, Qin Jian finally slowly opened his eyes, still seemingly somewhat dazed.

"Cough cough..."

But he soon started coughing, which brought him fully awake.

"Qin Jian, please don't get sick..."

The girl's tears warmed Qin Jian's heart. He coughed a few more times before saying, "Rongrong, don't worry, I'm not sick, cough cough..."

"You still say you don't, but you've been coughing the whole time," Ning Rongrong said, her voice trembling with tears.

"No..."

Qin Jian smiled gently: "I'm just exhausted. I'll be fine after a night's rest."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Ning Rongrong was stunned, then suddenly thought of something and urged, "Go take off your clothes and take a bath. Soak yourself properly, otherwise even if you're not sick now, you will get sick if you continue like this."

"good…"

Qin Jian agreed and slowly stood up, supporting himself on his knees.

After being completely exhausted, I slept for a while, and my body felt even more tired.

Seeing his unsteady gait, Ning Rongrong quickly helped him to the back before turning back to the front.

"Splash..."

Soon, a heavy splashing sound came, as Qin Jian finally entered the bath.

"Huh?"

Ning Rongrong suddenly froze, and then a blush spread across her cheeks.

"He...he...he didn't change the water when he took a bath..."

(End of this chapter)