Chapter 120 Ten Years Later 3

Qiao Shao lay down in a hurry, and soon fell asleep.

Was it really going to be an erotic dream?

Qiao Shao opened his eyes and found himself in a strange yet familiar room. He heart tightened and he was shocked by the reality in front of him…

The extremely quiet and oppressive environment, the dazzling incandescent lamp, the shabby table and chair in the corner, as well as the pile of mineral water and compressed biscuits.

Qiao Shao gasped lightly. He would have rather He Shen dream of some erotic nonsense.

He was in He Shen’s dream, inside the room in He Shen’s dream.

He Shen had definitely never been here. But at the time, a lot of things were preserved from when the case was being handled. He apparently simulated the environment through photos. Qiao Shao got up slowly, dragging the chains around his feet to look at his surroundings.

It was very real, very, very real, if he hadn’t completely retained his consciousness, he would almost think he has returned to the past.

At this time the door opened, and Qiao Shao’s scalp went numb when the woman came in.

Fortunately… he has already let this go and he was no longer afraid.

The woman also looked very real—her disheveled hair, her emaciated face, that fawning smile that broke out on her face. “Baobao, are you hungry?”

Qiao Shao closed his eyes and said nothing.

It was normal for him not to speak. The woman didn’t get angry. She opened a bag of jerky and handed it to Qiao Shao. “Take it, this is delicious.”

How could this be delicious? For Qiao Shao, who has tasted all sorts of exotic delicacies, how could this kind of food be delicious?

Qiao Shao sat there, waiting quietly.

He Shen will come and rescue him from here.

The woman put it within his reach, and said warmly. “You should eat. Your mom gets distressed when you’re hungry.”

A buzzing began in Qiao Shao’s brain and hugged his knees tightly.

He wasn’t afraid, but the emotions buried in the deepest part of his heart was being brought out.

At the age of eleven, after being imprisoned for a full ten days, his spirit slowly began to collapse.

He missed his dad, missed his mom, and missed all the people he knew. He cried, shouted, and in his heart called the names of all the people he knew, hoping they would find him and rescue him.

It didn’t matter who it was, it truly didn’t matter, as long as they take him away from here.

But he waited a month, two months and three months…until the woman died silently in front of him.

— Until the end, no one found him.

The sudden knock on the door broke the silence.

Qiao Shao raised his head, the woman’s face was horrified, and a crisp teenaged voice rang out. “I know you’re in there.”

The woman pounced and covered Qiao Shao’s mouth as he tried to scream.

The young man’s voice was very penetrating, like a light through the fog. “I’ve called the police. If you don’t want to be caught, open the door quickly.”

The woman looked worried. “You, why did you call the police? I did nothing wrong. I’m just staying at home.”

The young man said in his deep voice. “He’s not your child.”

The woman was stimulated and screamed, “Nonsense, he is my son, my baby, he…”

With a click, the door was unlocked — he had been buying time to unlock the door.

The woman’s pupil shrank, and the teenager rushed through the door and knocked her over the head with a steel pipe.

Qiao Shao was taken aback, not because of the woman’s paralysis, but because of He Shen’s ferociousness.

He was only a teenager, a biggish boy. He wasn’t all that tall, but his arms broke out in blue vein from how tightly he held the metal pipe. His dark eyes were full of hate, his tightly furled lips looked like that of god of death’s.

Qiao Shao knew why He Shen had such a dream. He knew Qiao Shao’s pain, knew Qiao Shao’s helplessness, knew his despair from crying for a year and yet no one saved him.

So he immediately rushed over and pulled him out of this hell.

Qiao Shao’s heart turned hot. Because he had such a person who loved him, he forgot all about the pain and suffering.

The young man squatted in front of him and freed his feet from the shackles.

Qiao Shao looked down at him, and countless words rushed to his mouth.

The shackles opened and the teenager got up and took his hand. “Follow me!”

Qiao Shao took his hand without hesitation. “En!”

The two ran out of the cramped basement, out of the empty parking lot, all the way out into the open under the bright sun.

The hot sun fell on their shoulders, like clean warm water, washing away all the haze and chill.

He Shen looked at him, his eyes contained some lingering fear. “It’s fine now.”

Qiao Shao was also watching him, and his eyes turned red as he looked at him. “What’s your name?”

He Shen was stunned and instead of answering, said, “Don’t cry, I’m not a bad person.”

Qiao Shao didn’t want to cry, he couldn’t control the rush of emotions. “I’m not crying…” He asked him stubbornly, “What’s your name?”

He Shen paused and said, “He Shen.”

Qiao Shao held his hand tightly and said: “My name is Qiao Shao.”

He Shen said, “I know.”

Qiao Shao looked into his eyes and said from the bottom of his heart, “Thank you.”

He Shen looked away and his voice trembled. “As long as you’re okay.”

Qiao Shao felt very distressed. Out of habit, he leaned in and kissed his lips. “En, I’m fine.”

He Shen stiffened. The tips of his ears were red.

Qiao Shao then realized. He Shen wasn’t conscious in his dream and he was just a simple eleven-year-old!

Fine. It was now his turn to be a beast.

Translator’s note: Yes, super short extra is super short.