1600: Not Going to School

Not Going to School

Mu Ya let go of her. When her body was exposed in the air, Shen Yin immediately lowered her head shyly.0

She was instantly shocked by the marks on her body. They looked even scarier than the marks left on her body when her father hit her.

But why didn't she find them painful at all, but felt sweet inside instead?

What stood out even more was the black eagle with its wings spread out on the spot where her heart was.

She tilted her head, feeling baffled, then reached out to touch it.

Mu Ya had already taken down her clothes. When he saw that spousal mark, he also felt very pleased inside.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

Shen Yin lowered her head and nodded ever so slightly, not asking what this was. The only thing for certain was that it was left by him, so she liked it.

Mu Ya handed her clothes to her, saying, "I've washed them. They're already dry."

"En." Shen Yin received the clothes and scrambled to put them on under his gaze.

Her movements were very slow, and she was even more careful, especially when putting on her pants. There were still dried traces of blood on the insides of her upper thigh.

Mu Ya's heart ached for her. He quickly put on his clothes and then went to support her.

"Does it still hurt?" Mu Ya asked in a soft voice.

Shen Yin shook her head. She tugged his hand gently, indicating that they could leave now.

However, Mu Ya still couldn't bear to see her like this. He let go of her hand and squatted in front of her, saying, "I'll carry you on my back."

Shen Yin instantly panicked inside when he let go of her hand. Seeing that Mu Ya only wanted to carry her on his back, she felt as if a great burden had been taken off her shoulders. She then leaned against his back gently.

Mu Ya carried Shen Yin as he walked to the road. When someone who knew Shen Yin saw them, the person immediately went up to greet her.

"Shen Yin? Where have you been the past few days? We couldn't find you anywhere," the passerby asked. They might have felt some hints of pity, but they were definitely waiting to watch the excitement.

Shen Yin buried her head into Mu Ya's neck, ignoring the person like she usually did.

Mu Ya replied, "Near the bridge. We're going back to school. I don't have money on me. Can you lend us a few yuan to take the bus?"

It was just a few yuan. People would generally not be stingy to help people who were truly in need. The passerby generously took out a few coins and handed them to her.

Shen Yin didn't intend on accepting it, so Mu Ya could only extend his other hand to receive it. He said his thanks and then walked away in huge strides.

After walking far away, Mu Ya faintly heard the person behind mumbling, "She's really getting stranger and stranger. She's even ignoring people now."

Mu Ya's grip on Shen Yin tightened, and he said gently, "I'll take care of you in the future."

"En," Shen Yin replied softly. Joy could be heard in her tone.

The two of them arrived at the bus stop and took a bus back to the city.

When they arrived at the school gates, Shen Yin suddenly stopped there and refused to move.

"You don't want to go to school?" Mu Ya asked.

Shen Yin shook her head incessantly, hugging tightly onto one of his arms. She blinked as big drops of tears fell from her eyes.

"He'll come to look for me."

It was clear who that "he" was.

Mu Ya assured, "I won't let him harm you anymore."

However, Shen Yin still refused to move, shaking her head and getting increasingly agitated. "I'm not going."

Her classmates would definitely mock her. Having been used to being mocked, she didn't fear those strange gazes. However, if Mu Ya were to help her, they'd definitely mock him too.

She had seen through life and death, letting go of everything. Her studies didn't mean anything to her anymore.

Mu Ya had saved her, giving her a new life. Right now, she was going to live for his sake. It'd be fine as long as she could be with him.

She was afraid that Mu Ya would abandon her due to their classmates' strange gazes. That was something she couldn't tolerate.

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