At the age of ten, he shyly called out "Sister Jiang," a slender, small boy obedient like a little milk dog. She imitated the adults, kissing his forehead to comfort him.
When they met again, he was dressed in a sharp suit with gold-rimmed glasses, his every move as noble and pure as glimmering frost and snow, unapproachably lofty.
Tearing off that scholar's disguise, he finally revealed his fangs in the darkness.
"Isn't this what you taught me?" he whispered, encircling her slim waist from behind and seeking a kiss, his voice seductive, nearly playful as he called out those two words, "Sister Jiang."
Jiang Jiu only then realized that the other party had long since become an obsessive and scheming mad dog, in a place she knew not of.

Jiang Jiu looked up blankly and saw Bai Yiran running toward her with a bunch of stuff.


Bai Yiran reached her side, pulled out a jacket from inside, and draped it over her, "Here, put this on, it'll get cold tonight."


Then, Bai Yiran took out a pair of comfortable slippers from the bag, "Put these on too, your slippers are Jiang Siyan's, right? They don't fit well."


Seeing Jiang Jiu with red-rimmed eyes, Bai Yiran hurriedly comforted her, "Oh, my poor thing, it's all right, it's all right. If the house burned down, it burned down. I'll start living at my place from now, what's mine is yours, as long as you're okay."


While speaking, Bai Yiran straightened her disheveled hair, and like Doraemon, she pulled out a wet wipe from the bag and wiped her face blackened by smoke, "Ah Hao told me just now, and I rushed here. See if there's anything else you need?"


Chapter 414 - Chapter 414: Heartache