Revenge On Love Rats After Rebirth by Olivia Marsh

Chapter 1686: First Encounter V "I have rejected everything from heaven to hell, refused all living beings and the vastness of the universe, but I will never reject you..." The snow whipped against their faces, causing their skin to sting. The young man walking against the wind and snow had a slightly hoarse voice.

The little one behind him remained silent for a while before speaking up in a crisp voice. "This love letter is not good enough. It's too short! My parents won't be satisfied with it. You need to think of something else quickly!" The young man paused his steps and considered pulling this little troublemaker down for a spanking. What were the chances that they would cry? But the little one on his back was still unaware of any danger approaching as they continued chattering away.

"It's not just about the love letter; you also need flowers and everything has to be perfect! If my parents aren't satisfied with it, you'll never seeagain!" The young man sighed inwardly before picking up his pace again.

Why bother arguing with someone who knew nothing? As they walked on in silence, the little one finally spoke up again in annoyance. "Hey, did you even understand what I said?" "I understood," replied the young man.

"Then repeat it back!" demanded the little one.

"Find Aarav... love letter... flowers... confess," repeated the young man monotonously.

Finally contented after humming into his ear twice more, she fell asleep on his back without another word spoken between them.

The little one's high fever grew worse and worse, spending most of the tin a daze. Occasionally waking up, he would call out for his mother and brother.

Feeling the weakening life force in the palm of his hand, the young man's anxiety grew heavier.

He had been traveling through wind and snow for a day and night with this small bundle.

Fortunately, before the young man's stamina was depleted, a group of people finally arrived. They were an armed military unit led by a man whose breath was difficult to discern as either gentle or fierce. Almost as soon as he got off the car, he immediately cto snatch up the person on the young man's back.

The boy tightened his thin lips and took a step back defensively.

The man was about to speak when suddenly, the small bundle on his back woke up. There wasn't much light left in those dark eyes; its breath weak like that of a kitten. "Horace..." After confirming that this little milk bun really recognized him, relief washed over him; finally no longer resisting handing over this little one.

Horace hurriedly reached out to take this piece of heart meat into his arms; noticing how weak it was made him tremble with heartache.

That milk bun who had clearly lost consciousness from illness still remembered to complain: "Horace... there are bad guys who kidnapped me! They didn't givefood or letsleep on anything soft! It hurts so much!" Horace felt terrible: "When I find those bad guys I'll help you get revenge..." The little one nodded: "Mm-hmm! And they hit my knight too! You have to helphit them back even more!" Horace quickly agreed before leaving two people behind to take care of the boy while carrying that small bundle away in search of medical attention.

But then that little milk bun shook its head: "Wait Horace!" As she poked her head out from the man's embrace, she looked towards the boy standing in the midst of wind and snow. "Don't forget what you promised me. I'm so tired now, but when I wake up, cconfess your love to me, okay?" The boy suppressed his emotions and replied softly, "Okay." The little girl said excitedly, "I'll be waiting for you at the place where I spent the most money. You have to bring a beautiful love letter and flowers with you. Once you confess your love to me, I'll agree to make you my knight!" "Okay," he replied.

Looking at his icy expressionless face, the little girl asked timidly with a pout on her face,"You still haven't toldwho you are." The boy had intended to tell her his nbut upon seeing her big eyes gradually losing their shine he walked closer and placed his cold fingers on her eyelids.

"lI am your knight sent by heaven to protect you," he said.

"There won't be any more bad guys kidnapping children wherever we go from now on." A big smile broke out on the little girl's dark face as she closed her eyes before falling into a deep sleep while repeating once again,"Don't forget to cconfess your love..." Horace watched as the little girl passed out in front of him feeling scared beyond belief before quickly carrying her towards their car.

Standing alone in wind and snow watching as that small figure disappeared further away until it was no longer visible; it took him quite stbefore he finally looked away from that scene only then realizing that he had lost consciousness himself.

When Horace woke up again it was already in a hospital room with his mother sitting beside him looking teary- eyed while saying anxiously,"Baby! You're awake!" Sitting up straight from bed Horace turned around looking outside through windowpane.

The bright sunlight spilled all over the ground. His eyes filled with panic, "Mother, how long have I been asleep?" Lauren gently wiped her son's face, "You've been unconscious for a day and a night..." Thinking of the injuries on her son's body, Lauren's eyes turned red again. "The doctor said you need to rest well." The young man fell silent.

One day was not enough tfor him to recover completely.

He breathed a sigh of relief and obediently began to rest.

By the the could walk freely again, it was already three days later.

At the first opportunity he had to leave his house, he went to a flower shop and ordered the most beautiful bouquet of red roses. He then carefully wrote a love letter and went to wait at the busiest spot in town.

He waited from dawn until dusk on the first day but did not see that little person who promised to clisten to his confession.

On the second day, he re-ordered another fresh bouquet of red roses and made schanges in his love letter before going back there again.

On third day it was still no different than before.

This continued until fourteen days passed by without him seeing that person who promised they would chear him confess his love.

Lauren looked at the room filled with red roses and hesitated for a moment before telling her son the truth.

"Sweetheart, the person who brought you to the hospital said that the child who was kidnapped with you has already gone home." "He might... not cback again." Although it was expressed in a vague way, it seemed that they couldn't bear to see the boy waiting so hopelessly. The meaning was faintly revealed in their words.

The boy sat by the window, his long legs casually hanging in mid-air as he looked out at the garden without saying a word.

Lauren spoke gently, "Grandma is not feeling well and because of what happened to you when you were kidnapped, she doesn't have much tleft. She's worried about you. Would you like to go see her?" After a long while, a voice cfrom the wind. "Tomorrow." Lauren breathed a sigh of relief.

It was clear what he meant - wait one more day and if there's still no news then he'll go home.

On day fifteen, early in morning, the boy went to order red roses and then went to meet up at their agreed location with his love letter tucked into his pocket.

He waited from dawn until midnight but didn't see even one glimpse of that little liar who had promised him she would be there waiting for him so he could confess his feelings.

The boy leaned against a tree trunk and looked down at the red rose in his hand for a long tbefore suddenly laughing bitterly. "... you little liar!"