Chapter 1192: Chapter 1192: Gu Jin’s Heartache and Sorrow

The narrow alley is both sheltered from the wind and quiet, a place he likes for its lack of disturbance.

Because wherever there are people, he is despised, and if he meets someone with a bad temper, he often gets beaten.

In the alley, he found some discarded newspapers, and covered himself with weeds, intending to spend the night like this.

This was much better than winter, when, in a frozen world, he couldn’t find a place to keep warm, and several times he nearly froze or starved to death.

But his life force was strong, even heaven wouldn’t take him.

Every time, when he was on the brink of death, he miraculously survived.

Afterwards, even he was surprised.

Could it be that this small fortune was heaven’s way of abandoning him, even rejecting his death?

That night, he thought he hadn’t found anything to eat, but he could still sleep well.

As if seeing him live too comfortably, heaven sent a group of drunken men down the alley in the middle of the night, who discovered his presence.

He wanted to minimize his presence and avoid them, but was found.

They humiliated him, beat him, and after venting, urinated on his face.

The sound of trickling water echoed by his ears, the stench assaulted his nose.

This was, without doubt, the first time in his life he felt so disgusted he didn’t want to eat. Even after those men left, with his stomach empty, he vomited until it hurt.

He crawled to the riverbank to wash off the filth.

Because of his inability to move freely, he nearly drowned in the water.

At this moment, An Mingji’s face felt everything that brought back memories he wished to forget; his stomach churned violently.

Wanting to vomit the half steamed bun a lady had given him this morning.

Gu Jin didn’t notice his discomfort, as tears fell from her eyes onto An Mingji’s face, unable to stop.

"Ugh!"

An Mingji finally couldn’t control it.

He retched, expelling the little food he had in his stomach.

The filth splattered onto Gu Jin’s clothes, though most landed on the ground.

What An Mingji vomited was semi-digested, slightly yellowed from stomach acid.

Gu Jin, disregarding the filth on her clothes, stared intently at An Mingji, her face worried.

She hugged An Mingji tightly, "Xiao An, Xiao An, what’s wrong?"

Her voice was filled with worry and heartache.

An Mingji’s stomach continued to churn.

Upon hearing Gu Jin call out to him, he strangely felt better.

Xiao An?

It’s been a long, long time since anyone called him that.

He slowly turned back, his eyes dark and brooding like a wolf, staring at Gu Jin, "You, know me?"

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn’t spoken for a long time.

Gu Jin nodded vigorously.

Of course she knows him.

This is the child she cherished, loved, and nurtured carefully.

Gu Jin had so much to say, but more and more people gathered around.

She carried the frail An Mingji, quickly walking in one direction.

Gu Jin didn’t know why she appeared here, or if there was another her.

She only wanted to find a resting place, heal An Mingji’s leg, give him a bath, and ask him about his ordeal.

To Gu Jin, Wanhai City was still so familiar.

Yet some places felt foreign.

The Jiang Family was the richest in Wanhai City, once building layers of residential buildings opposite Wanhai Middle School.

But now, it was desolate, with only a few small restaurants.

This was starkly different from Gu Jin’s memory.

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