Xu Xianqi’s old-fashioned way of speaking almost drove Xu Xian’en, a modern woman, mad. Unlike her sister, Xu Xianqi, although she aspired to be a lady, was fully aware that she lived in modern times; however, her sister spoke in an archaic manner, wore ancient attire daily, and even mixed styles from different eras.
“I’m not going to argue with you anymore. You better go catch up on some sleep,” Xu Xian’en waved her hand, turned, and ran off.
The path was filled with lush greenery, and a cool breeze passed by her ears, but Xu Xian’en felt no chill, just continuing her recent workout.
However, the unexpected always happens when people are doing something exemplary.
Weird… Xu Xian’en felt a bit doubtful as she squinted her eyes, wondering why she saw a “group” of something wriggling on the ground in front of her. Should be people, right?
She quickened her pace towards the pale shadow. It was indeed a person, and a tall man at that.
His soft black hair covered his forehead, his pale face was somewhat too white, and his slender body was limp…
Suddenly, Xu Xian’en had a thought: Had he starved to death?
She tentatively reached out her hand towards his nose… An indescribable mix of excitement and fear welled up inside her; she… she had never seen a dead person before…
After confirming he was still breathing, Xu Xian’en breathed a sigh of relief, but the area was sparsely populated. If he didn’t wake up, would she have to carry him home by herself?
As a modern woman, she couldn’t just abandon a frail, helpless man; that would go against her sense of chivalry! Moreover… looking at his pale face, his weak body… how could she be so heartless as to leave a high school boy by the roadside?
Regardless of his fragility, she should help him, considering she was older than him, right?
A sense of chivalry and compassion surged from all directions, completely overwhelming her initial thought of abandoning him. Xu Xian’en silently shook him.
“Hey, little brother? Little brother?” She watched him with a hint of hope, wishing he would open his eyes, so she wouldn’t have to carry a “corpse” back home.
Alas, his long, delicate eyelashes remained motionless.
