Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

Inside, Shen Ruoyi was lying on the last small table, shaking her shoulders, as if she was sobbing, but there was no sound at all.

Song Le stood by the door, not knowing whether to step forward or keep silent.

She knew that everyone had their own hardships to bear, but Shen Ruoyi's life was full of sufferings.

Even though he was in a high position in the end, he still didn't die well.

He didn't believe that anyone would truly love him, and he desperately longed for someone who belonged to him wholeheartedly. The violent ridicule and disregard he suffered in childhood was like an abyss. After he looked at it for a long time, he was entangled by the abyss until he collapsed.

……a long time.

Shen Ruoyi buried her face in her sleeve, wiped it vigorously, and then slowly raised her head.

Song Le met his more indifferent eyes than before, her face remained unchanged, but her fingers clasped the edge of the door helplessly.

Seeing her, Shen Ruoyi shrank her pupils imperceptibly, then pursed her lips and got up, picked up the rag bag containing the books, turned a blind eye, lowered her head and hurriedly passed her by.

Just a moment is enough for her to see the bruise on his face, which is brand new.

Almost subconsciously, she stretched out her hand to hold his arm, which was as thin as bones and piercing.

"Who did it?" Unexpectedly, he was bullied like this again just because he wasn't there once. Song Le was full of anger and his tone was dangerous.

Shen Ruoyi struggled, but couldn't.

After standing still for a while, Shen Ruoyi barely resisted, "Don't worry about it."

Song Le was silent, and then said word by word, "I just want to know, who made it?"

Shen Ruoyi didn't speak.

After Song Le calmed down a little, she also knew that Shen Ruoyi couldn't easily tell others about this kind of thing. If she didn't tell him about it, she could ask about it. What's more important now is to deal with the bruises on the corners of his eyes and lips.

Forcefully pulling him to the door of the most remote old doctor's house in the village, Song Le looked at Shen Ruoyi who was silently resisting and refused to go in, bit her lips, adjusted, and comforted him softly: "Don't worry, the doctor is blind. No one will see me, okay?"

No one will see you so embarrassed and helpless.

Song Le suddenly understood why he had to delay leaving the private school until the end every time.

——In order not to let others see that I was beaten alone and helpless.

She had a sore nose, and didn't care whether he would be disgusted. She gently hugged him who was struggling desperately, patted his back and said, "I admit that I was the one who stole the chicken before. I'm sorry, I will do it in the future." I will protect you and never break my promise again, okay, trust me again."

Now Shen Ruoyi is seven years old, and her innocent heart has not been completely permeated by darkness and distortion, she wants to do everything she can to make him smoother.

"...I don't need you." Shen Ruoyi's low voice of resistance passed by for a moment, and when she raised her eyes, Song Le could see his black and slender eyelashes, and the drooping eyes that were usually covered by messy hair. Looking up close, they are stunningly beautiful .

But in the end, Shen Ruoyi didn't obey and went into the doctor's house.

Song Le had no choice but to tell him to wait, and even threatened to 'rob' his book, before going in to ask the doctor for medicine.

She didn't have much copper coins with her, so she could only buy cheap medicine powder. She compared it again and again, and finally bought the taller one among the dwarfs.

After coming out, she dragged Shen Ruoyi to sit on a huge fallen tree trunk, carefully applied the medicine to him, and then sent him home.

After making sure that he entered the house properly, Song Le rubbed his hand bones to find trouble for those ignorant people.

And Shen Ruoyi, who closed the door softly, wanted to go back to her little bed, but she still heard an old man scolding impatiently: "The wings are hard? How dare you come back so late?!"