Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

When Qiao Lian was young, she used to practice taekwondo. As the delicate pretty eldest daughter of an affluent family, she had been terrified of pain.

After she got a few bruises on her body, she started to throw a tantrum and her dad felt sorry for her, so he did not let her continue with it.

When she had grumbled to Zi Chuan about this while playing, Zi Chuan replied, “I will learn.”

The next sentence obviously was, “I will protect you.”

Therefore, she never learned it again.

She had thought that when she was young, her dad would be there to protect her and when she grew up, Zi Chuan would be there to protect her.

At this very moment, she then suddenly understood.

Dad could not stay with her forever… and as for Zi Chuan, that was already history.

At that instant, as she saw the dagger moving towards her face, she wanted to move, wanted to hide, but the man was holding down her shoulders, immobilizing her.

She watched helplessly as she saw that dagger moving towards her. Her heart was hopeless.

In this world, one could only depend on oneself and not others.

She shut her eyes and clenched her fists tightly.

Since a young age, she had been most afraid of pain. She wondered what it would feel like to have a dagger piercing into her face.

However… the pain that she had expected to feel did not come. Instead, the grip on her shoulders loosened and next, she heard a loud “bang!”

She opened her eyes and saw that the perpetrator had fallen on the ground and in front of her stood a man.

He was wearing a white sweater with black trousers.

She sat on her knees and looked up at him. That made him look extraordinarily tall.

The sun shone from behind his back, he was thoroughly soaked in the sunlight. He looked as if he had been sent by the heavens to protect her, and this made her feel peaceful and contented for a moment.

“Are you alright?”

He turned around and bent over. When that familiar low-pitched voice sounded in her ears, Qiao Lian still felt like it was all a dream.

Why was Shen Liangchuan here?

Just when she was wondering about this, she saw the perpetrator jump up and rush in their direction with the dagger in his hand!

She screamed out loud, “Be careful!”

He regained his composure right away, and his body swayed a little, trying to kick the man. However, he did not managed to kick him and the man directed the dagger towards Qiao Lian.

Qiao Lian had a sense of foreboding. Next, she heard a “slash.” It was the sound of a dagger slashing through the skin.

A drop of warmth was splashed directly on her face.

She stared at the scene with her big eyes in confusion, and then she saw Shen Liangchuan had began to sway side to side.

When the man saw that he had indeed hurt someone, perhaps in fear, he thus dropped the dagger and immediately ran away.

Qiao Lian then regained her composure and jumped up to hold Shen Liangchuan!

His eyes were extremely dark and steely, yet his face was pale. He saw that the man had ran away, but he still stood there in spite of the pain.

When Qiao Lian’s hand met his, she then sensed that his hands were extremely hot to the touch. She hurriedly touched his forehead and realized that he was actually still running a high fever.

No wonder he had been staggering just now and looked weak.

Qiao Lian took a look at his arm again.

He had used his arm to block the dagger from hitting her just now. At this moment, a lot of blood was gushing from the wound, reddening the white sweater.

She hurriedly pressed his wound and asked, “Shen Liangchuan, how are you?”

Shen Liangchuan’s lips twitched as if he wanted to say something, but he was too weak to say anything. He took a long time before saying these three words, “Please, run, fast.”

Then, his large and tall frame fell directly on her shoulders and he fainted.

Qiao Lian panicked and her eyes turned red. “Shen Liangchuan, are you ok? Wake up!”