Chapter 15 Loving My Jiang Zhong
I liked my Jiang Zhong from the first time I saw him.
I had been locked at home since childhood with no friends.
Before Jiang Zhong came the only one who could talk to me was the butler.
He was like light through colored glass.
He colored my dark world.
So I piled all my favorite things in front of him.
I desperately tried to keep him.
But when I saw the injury on his face I suddenly understood why my dad had brought him.
I went to confront him and got beaten as expected.
Actually my dad did not love me.
He only thought I resembled my late mother a little.
Otherwise a useless person like me would have been discarded.
In his world any relationship was a burden.
Perhaps only death would make him remember someone.
Jiang Zhong was the same.
If he became useless one day he would be thrown away.
I did not want that day to come.
I wanted him to live well.
During the kidnapping when I was thirteen I knew my dad would not save a useless person like me.
It was Jiang Zhong who secretly came to rescue me.
Seeing the bright red blood on his shoulder I cried and told him to run.
Escape and never return.
But he gripped my hand tighter.
He said he did not regret it.
He was willing.
His hand was warm.
I no longer had the strength to shake him off a second time.