Chapter 103 - 9: Thunderous Rage

First came the sobs in her chest, then the cries stifled in her heart, like a flood bursting through, her tears uncontrollably streamed down, crossing her cheeks, stinging and tingling. "It took me so much effort... to get here, it took so much, to return." Not even fearing death, Su Ziceng could give up her life; what did she gain in exchange, the pain in her body was nothing compared to the bruises in her soul. Her tears soaked Pello’s lapel, with trembling shoulders, her weeping seemed to carry endless despair, knocking repeatedly into Pello’s heart. He brushed away Su Ziceng’s hair, gazing at her usually sparkling eyes now obscured by tears, a dull ache emerged in his heart. Calm was restored under Sister Mu’s comfort, and after understanding the whole story, even the typically composed Sister Mu couldn’t help but feel righteously indignant, "Ziceng, we can’t just let this go." Su Ziceng thought too, she wanted to repay today’s incident many times over, but right now Deng Jiani’s words seemed more credible; even if she found someone to teach Deng Jiani a lesson, so what? Pello stood aside, watching Su Ziceng clench her lips, then conceal that resentment again, and gently declined Sister Mu’s suggestion for revenge. "Admiration" still needed to operate in this area, and there was Zhou Dagen who had helped her a lot; she couldn’t drag them down. She had matured more than before, Sister Mu took out some disinfectant alcohol and started cleaning Su Ziceng’s wounds, causing her to grimace in pain. "That was a hard hit," after cleaning the cheeks, the slap mark remained, creating a contrast between her dark hair and fair skin that pained the onlooker’s eyes. Pello looked away, other than the full embrace he had with Su Ziceng just now, he hadn’t looked at Su Ziceng since. Not a word of comfort, the normally gentle-looking Pello seemed a bit gloomy, his eyes fixed outside the window. The sky outside darkened, matching the changes in his eyes, with leaden clouds rolling, a storm brewing; he had actually come today to have a drink with Sister Mu. Another wince of pain reached his ears; Su Ziceng cried out like a little dog whose tail had been stepped on. "Not sure if it damaged any tendons," Sister Mu pressed on her ankle, "It’s swollen like a steamed bun." "Sister Mu, can’t you be a little gentler," after her weeping, Su Ziceng felt a bit lighter all over, then she snuck a glance at Pello, a wet stain remained on his lapel, she was indeed embarrassingly weak; when she had bumped into him uncontrollably earlier, she felt nothing but his solid embrace and the unique scent of flowers mixed with damp earth emanating from Pello, and she lost control of her emotions. "All cleaned up now, Pello, you and Ziceng share the same route, you can take her back," Sister Mu commanded. "I still have things to do," Pello’s voice carried a chill, his face as solemn as before, like a landmine ready to explode. Su Ziceng’s mood also became heavy. "Aren’t you always priding yourself on being a gentleman? Did you take the wrong medicine today?" Sister Mu was dissatisfied. Pello approached, scooped Su Ziceng up in his arms, ignoring Sister Mu’s chatter, and walked straight out of the shop, leaving the glass door swaying non-stop. "Ah, come with the wind, gone with the wind, not even a word of goodbye," Sister Mu exclaimed once more back in the shop. As they reached the street, the night had already set in, pedestrians were still passing by, but no taxis were in sight. Pello did not put Su Ziceng down, standing in the middle of the road like a pole, waiting for a taxi. The light shone on his face, Pello seemed lost in thought; Su Ziceng heard a heartbeat, initially thinking it was her own, but after listening closely, she realized it came from the arms wrapped around her. The silent rhythm continued. On the street, aside from the honking of cars, there was the sound of children playing in the Sixth District. One side was filled with light while the other side was stirring with darkness, the clash seemed to halt right on Pello’s body. Half in light, half in darkness, it made Pello’s already tall stature seemed even larger. His eyelashes, much longer than the average person from Z country, a sure sign of mixed heritage, were indeed more striking, Su Ziceng silently noted. The pain on her cheek suddenly felt lighter, Pello tilted his face down, his breath constantly touching her skin, landing on Su Ziceng’s face. "Does it hurt?" His tone was somewhat muffled as if a big bellows had sprung a small leak. Su Ziceng couldn’t help wanting to shake her head; she wanted to say, actually, her foot hurt more. The cheek was just a flesh wound; it would heal with ointment, but her foot seemed to have bone damage, which would be a headache for the next few days. His light brown eyes seemed to flicker like neon lights, changing color. Su Ziceng steadied herself and nodded, amidst the increasingly loud heartbeat and the increasingly intense gaze. "Don’t get up for the next few days, I’ll take you back first," Pello freed one hand, still holding Su Ziceng with one arm, and hailed a taxi. Upon reaching Kelly Women’s College, Pello directly brought her to her dormitory. When Yan Wuxu opened the door, she jumped in shock; upon seeing the injured Su Ziceng, she immediately swallowed back her emerging questions. "Ziceng, what on earth happened," Yan Wuxu closed the door and asked, "Teacher Pei Luo doesn’t seem quite right, and there’re injuries on you..." "Teacher Pei Luo, good evening," the girls passing by in the dormitory, upon seeing Pello walking through the corridor, were all pleasantly surprised. Without his usual warm response, Pello walked quickly out of the dorm building, his heavy footsteps echoing in the night. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation.)