After she died, Mr. Bo knelt in front of the tombstone and cried like a dog.

The rough palm with light calluses clasped her flexible waist.

The crackling light of the burning fire enveloped them, and the slight chill on their skin was driven away. His fingertips slid up from her waistline, gently pressing each part of her spine, causing a tingling and numb feeling like an electric shock.

Just as Xiao Yan lowered his head to kiss her, a drop of warm liquid fell on her cheek.

She was stunned for a moment, then touched it with her fingertips and saw bright red blood.

He looked over and found that Xiao Yan's forehead was broken and bleeding. "Your forehead..."

She vaguely recalled that when they jumped out of the car, he almost held her in his arms, and the moment they sank into the sea, she felt his body shake violently.

Could it be that he hit a reef in order to protect her?

She looked at his back, which was bloody and bloody. She was shocked and surprised: "Don't you feel any pain?"

The black shirt thrown aside to dry was stained with blood, and it was dark and had a strong smell of blood.

"You're injured like this, why don't you say a word?"

Xiao Yan didn't seem to feel anything, and didn't care, "Can making a sound stop the pain?"

"..."

Yan Haoyue picked up the small white suspender that she had just taken off, wrung out the sea water, and squatted behind him to help him wipe the dirty blood around the wound.

As soon as the pure cotton fabric touched the wound, the man's back trembled with obvious pain.

"You still say it doesn't hurt? Xiao Yan, what's your zodiac sign?"

"If I remember correctly, it should be the tiger."

Yan Haoyue teased: "I thought you were a tortoise."

Xiao Yan: "How am I like a turtle?"

Yan Haoyue: "You are so injured, but you are still so patient and don't even cry out. Aren't you a Ninja Turtle?"

He chuckled and said nonchalantly, "Who are you calling for?"

They say that children who can shout get candy, but there has to be someone to listen. It was pitch black and there was no one around, so even if I shouted at the top of my lungs, no one would respond.

"Don't you have any family? Or... were you sold by your parents like me? No, you are a boy. Parents usually don't sell boys, right?"

Xiao Yan did not hide anything and told the truth: "I was switched as soon as I was born and was left in the rain to die. I happened to be taken home by a couple who could not have children."

"Then you should have adoptive parents."

Xiao Yan continued, "When I was six years old, my adoptive mother got pregnant unexpectedly. After they gave birth to their own child, they sent me to another family. My second adoptive father was an old bachelor who couldn't find a wife and had no children, so he adopted me. He made a living by moving bricks at a construction site, and liked to beat people when he drank. It happened that he drank almost every day, so I lived a life of being beaten and kicked every day."

Yan Haoyue, who was treating his wounds behind him, was startled and asked curiously, "What happened next?"

"I escaped several times, but after being caught, I was beaten even more severely. One time, my leg was broken and I had to stay in bed for more than a month. Even though my leg was broken, I couldn't escape being beaten. One night, he was too drunk and started to take it out on me again. I pushed him, and he tripped and fell with the back of his head on the ground..."

At this point, his voice paused.

Yan Haoyue looked up at him. His profile was illuminated by the warm firelight, but it didn't feel warm at all, and was instead gloomy and cold.

"he died?"

Xiao Yan responded indifferently, his emotions unclear.

"What happens next?"

Xiao Yan said: "Later, I was adopted by an orphanage."

Yan Haoyue said as a matter of course: "Then life should be a little better, right?"

Xiao Yan said: "It is a little better now. I went from being beaten and kicked by drunk adults to being bullied by children of the same age. Children are not as strong as adults, so naturally, when they hit someone, it doesn't hurt as much."

She froze.

I thought about the rough life Xiao Yan had in the past, but I didn't expect it to be so miserable.

Only then did he take a closer look at his back, which was covered with scars, big and small, knife scars and bullet holes, new and old ones stacked together, and there was almost no good skin on that broad back. It looked hideous yet full of strength.

I recalled what he said just now, "I've never met a good person." Now it seems that it was not a joke, but he said it lightly and it sounded like he was joking.

"Then how did you become..."

Xiao Yan's identity is complex, dangerous and powerful. The fact that he can discuss military business with Su Cha gives us a vague idea of ​​how he has climbed to his current position as a regional overlord. His experiences over the years have probably been life-threatening and thrilling.

Xiao Yan said: "I spent two years in the welfare home and it was a pretty good life."

She was slightly surprised: "You call this good?"

"I was able to snatch food from wild dogs and cats, and the beatings and kicks from those kids were much lighter than what I suffered before."

It was also in this orphanage that he met the only person who was kind to him.

I just didn't expect that from then on, I would confine myself to a small circle because of my greed for that little bit of good.

Being in an abyss so dark that you can't see your hand in front of you, a small ray of light pouring in can give life or death to a person. It is salvation but also a prison.

He paused, and then continued, "But this good life didn't last long. When I was ten years old, I was taken away from the orphanage by the behind-the-scenes leader of a mysterious organization and taken to Country A to be trained as a mercenary. In that organization, everyone had to go through a three-day and three-night exile test in the misty forest. Only those who survived were qualified to become the knife that killed people."

"I don't have any special talents, but I'm very strong and can survive."

In order to survive, he is not afraid of death and can use any means necessary.

Yan Haoyue looked at the blurred bloody wound on his back that was scratched by the reef, and the lighter skin that had grown back after being burned by the bomb fire not long ago, and his heart seemed to be gently hit.

Now this guy really became her savior.

She felt an inexplicable soreness in her throat, "Why are you trying so hard to save me?"

It’s obvious that my life is not easy.

Xiao Yan glanced sideways and said, "Anyway, I have only one life left, so it's hard for me to die."

"Everyone's life is the same. There is no such thing as bad or not. It is rare to find someone who doesn't value his life as much as you do."

Xiao Yan said: "But I didn't save you for nothing. I have to get something from you."

She pursed her lips, not surprised at all, "Tell me what you think, maybe I can accept it."

Xiao Yan frowned slightly, "I didn't ask you if you can accept it."

"You..."

Her arm hurt as his big hand grasped it tightly and pulled her into his arms from behind. He pressed against her and kissed her hard without any hesitation. His kiss was as fierce and stimulating as a hail of bullets, and it was flaming.

Yan Haoyue felt the air being sucked out of his chest. He was pressed against the cold and damp wall of the cave. The two temperatures overlapped. His right hand, which wore Buddhist beads and a small red hairband, tightly clasped hers and pressed against the hard stone wall behind him, making him almost unable to move.

The kiss made her whole body soften and tremble, and a thin mist appeared in her eyes.

In the dim firelight, she looked up at him, "Is this what you want?"

His eyes were full of aggression. "Of course not only that, I want more."