Quick Wear: Saving the Sickly and Paranoid Villain

After going up, the boy knew he had taken the wrong path.

It was a place similar to the second floor of a cave!

He had seen too little, so he thought the cave might have multiple entrances and exits, but there was only one floor. He never expected there were two floors!

The rock above the second floor was corroded, and the area corroded was very large, so the light came in through there.

He looked up at the light above. It was so high that he couldn't climb out. Even if he did, there was no way for him to get down to the ground.

The only way is to return to the first floor and try a new direction.

However, there was no food or even water in the cave, and he gradually felt that he was unable to cope with the situation. He knew that he would surely die here if he continued like this.

He remembered the way into the cave, but did he really have to go back the same way?

He didn't know what kind of snake it was, but he could tell from its triangular head that it was a poisonous snake!

Ajie has received special training and may be able to deal with the snake, but if he and the little girl go, not only will they be of no help, they will also be a hindrance, which means they are basically dead.

And there’s no guarantee that there isn’t a second or a third snake there.

The way back was much longer than the other exits. The boy put the little girl on a stone nearby and sat on a stone next to it, thinking carefully about his next move.

He turned his head to look at the little girl. The little girl was holding the phone obediently, with her head slightly lowered. She didn't cry or make a fuss, and looked particularly pitiful.

He couldn't help but think of the man who ran away quickly, and his heart became a little more angry. He had no relatives or friends with him, so it didn't matter to him, but how could he not care about his own daughter? Is such a person worthy of being a father? !

Looking at the thin appearance of the little girl, the boy felt very distressed. She must have suffered a lot living with that man.

He pursed his lips slightly and asked in a gentle tone, "Is he really your father?" He remembered that when they first met, the little girl said she had no parents.

The little girl raised her head and stared at him with her dark, clear eyes: "No."

The boy's heart skipped a beat, and he continued to ask, "What is your relationship? Is he the one who adopted you? Is he your adoptive father?"

This time the little girl was silent.

The boy asked again in a soft voice, but the little girl just looked at him and didn't answer.

"Okay," the boy gave up, "If you don't want to tell me, I won't ask. But if you need any help, you can always contact me."

It is still the familiar silence.

Just when the boy thought she wouldn't speak, she whispered, "Are we going to die here?"

Since they met, the little girl has always been more mature than her peers. At this moment, the boy felt that the little girl was like a child.

He hugged her gently, his voice unusually gentle: "Don't be afraid, we will definitely be able to get out."

The little girl froze for a moment and uttered a soft "hmm".

It's not that the boy isn't afraid, but facing a little girl who is younger than him he has to stay calm. He secretly makes up his mind that they must both return safely.

He took out a bottle of mineral water from his bag, and also took out the candy he wanted to give to the little girl: "Are you thirsty? Do you want some water?"

There was self-blame in his tone: "I didn't expect to encounter this kind of thing. I didn't bring any food, only candy. Do you want to eat?"

The little girl didn't take what he was holding: "What about you?"

The boy took another bottle of mineral water from his bag: "I have one too, it's okay."

The little girl licked her dry lips, took a sip of the mineral water, and handed it back: "You drink too."

"Okay." In order to reassure the little girl, the boy also took a sip.

"Are you hungry? If you are, can you have some candy?" the boy asked again.

The little girl shook her head: "Not eating now."

"Okay, remember to tell me if you're hungry."

The little girl nodded.

The boy put the water and candy back into the bag, stood up and looked down with a bit of melancholy. There were too many forks in the road, making it really difficult to tell the direction.