Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 621 I only have you (48)

  Yun Si patted his shoulder lightly, rubbing his soft and slightly curly hair.

  Probably because Song Zhiqiang's arrival disrupted his usual life, he seemed to have returned to the appearance of a gentle lamb, hugging her quietly, motionless.

  The beautiful eyelashes drooped, trembling, and her fingers were still tightly grasping her clothes.

  He became very insecure, as if he was afraid that his peaceful life would be broken.

  He didn't want to go back to the original dark life, and he didn't want to live in the sound of beatings and scolding that smelled of alcohol.

  He would rather not have parents, would rather live alone in the world without relatives, and would not return to those days.

  The boy was buried in her arms like a frightened bird, his back almost trembling.

  The fear and shadow left over from childhood, like a lingering nightmare, completely flooded into the brain.

  He was like a shivering little cub, frantically trying to hide in her arms.

   Wishing to squeeze the whole thing into her heart, hide completely, and never come out again.

   "Si Si... Si Si..."

  He murmured in a low voice, like a fish lying on the ground that was dying of thirst, as if he couldn't breathe in his throat.

  His spirit was tense, and the thread in his mind seemed to be stretched into a straight line.

  Probably because he would think of something that frightened him, he frantically called her name, as if his spirit was about to be completely torn apart.

  During that endless beating, the desperate man seemed to have healed his wounds, but it was just—

   Put all your spiritual sustenance on one person.

  He should have been completely closed, self-loathing, and even destroyed, but in the end, he survived like a normal person.

  The broken spirit, like a vine, clings to the same person.

   Tightly, unable to leave for a moment.

   leaves, his world will start to collapse, collapse across the board.

  The boy shook his body, and made a whining sound like a cub.

  The slender fingers were bent, and the knuckles were pinched white.

   Yun Si focused slightly, hugged him tightly, inserted her fingertips into his hair, rubbed and coaxed him gently,

   "It's okay, it's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here, don't go, never go."

   "Brother Song Jing, be good. If you don't want to see Uncle Song, he will disappear from now on. I'll help you block it, okay?"

  He sobbed, his eyelashes drooped, and there were still crystal tears on them.

  A man who has grown up, when he sheds tears, he is still milky and beautiful.

   Fair to almost transparent skin, bright red soft lips.

  Holding her waist tightly with long arms, like a cat showing its belly wronged, it gave a low hum.

  The previous wound was torn open, making him flustered and panicked.

   But as long as his spiritual sustenance is still there, as long as the person who gave him hope is still there, he will not completely collapse.

  Even the will to survive can only rely on that one person, and I don’t know if this is misfortune or luck.

  …

  …

  During the whole day, Song Jing's spirit was on the verge of being extremely dependent.

  He was always clingy to Yunsi, but after this incident, he became more and more like a shadow, following Yunsi all the time, even going to the toilet.

  Yun Si was helpless and wanted to say something, but every time she met his eyes and the words came to her lips, she couldn't speak.

  As the psychiatrist once said,

  The young Song Jing, after experiencing such years of abuse, is already out of order.

  (end of this chapter)