The boy was dragged out of the hall, and Chu Zheng followed him out.

At the highest point of the Yixin Pavilion, the boy's hands were tied with ropes and hung out of thin air.

Chu Zheng climbed to the Yixin Pavilion.

"Who!" the guard scolded.

Chu Zheng raised her hand and waved her hand, and the two of them fell down from Yixin Pavilion at the same time.

The boy was already very weak and could barely open his eyes.

Chu Zheng put him down, and the boy grabbed her sleeve: "I'm right."

Chu Zheng replied softly: "Yes, you are right."

The boy looked at her blankly, and tears flowed down her face.

Everyone said he was wrong.

This is true for the master, this is true for the same school, and this is true for the world...

Now someone suddenly said he was right.

She said he was right.

The boy was only fifteen or sixteen years old, and he could no longer hold back the grievances in his heart.

Chu Zheng's fingertips stroked the tears from the corner of the boy's eyes: "Stop crying, I'll take you away."

The boy didn't know her, but he nodded without hesitation, hugging her tightly and was unwilling to let go.

It seems that this is his life-saving straw.

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