Chapter 96: Rekindled Love: We Can't Escape When We Meet Again 16
Meng Ran was soaked all over, and his forehead was bloody. Looking at the ground, the blood flowing from his bruised knee had left a long bright red mark.
Several nuns inside quickly came over, lifted Meng Ran to a chair, lay down, and wiped her with a clean towel.
Meng Ran was trembling, her eyes were filled with tears, and she whispered softly: "Baby"
While I was busy, I heard a man's voice: "Mr. Leng, this is the temple of the God of Poseidon."
Leng Zixuan looked at the kind Poseidon in silence, knelt down on the futon and kowtowed three times.
Suddenly, he saw the blood on the ground and couldn't help but stand up
A teacher's wife said: "Donor, please don't be surprised. Just now, a female benefactor came to pray for her son's longevity. She came up from the foot of the mountain, knelt and kowtowed. She scraped her knees, bruised her forehead, and left blood stains."
What kind of mother is this????
Leng Zixuan thought, looking back at the hundreds of long steps. How long would it take and how painful it would be to walk up the steps on your knees like this?
He said: "What happened to her son????"
"Says he's sick"
"Take me to see her and I'll take her son to the hospital."
"Donor please come this way"
Arriving at the back, Leng Zixuan saw Meng Ran at a glance
He shouted in shock: "Meng Ran!!!"
Meng Ran's forehead had stopped bleeding, and it was a very shocking red color.
Leng Zixuan picked up Meng Ran and ran down the mountain
Because I was so flustered, I almost fell from the top several times. The assistant who was following behind was so frightened that he almost lost his mind.
Woohoo, if Mr. Leng falls from above, then his assistant will not survive either.
Leng Zixuan held her in his arms for a long time, but it was very difficult. Fortunately, it was going down the mountain, so it didn't take too much effort.
He said: "Meng Ran, hold on, I swear, nothing will happen to you or Xiao Xuanxuan!"
Meng Ran watched the sweat roll down from his forehead little by little. His cold but anxious face was still so handsome, so charming, as if carved.
She didn't speak and slowly closed her eyes
She has no strength anymore. She really feels so tired. She really doesn't know if she can hold on.
Last night, there was a violent storm, and she had become a peony after being destroyed by the wind and rain, so weak that she almost died.