Chapter Seven

  A series of footsteps echoed in the dimly lit corridor of the residential building.

  "Wait for me! Wait for me!"

  The sound echoed up the empty and high staircase, possibly from the first floor to the seventh floor, everyone heard Lucky's urgent call.

  The stairs were uneven, with each step being a different height and the edges crumbling. Some of the steps had large gaps in them, and if you weren't careful, you'd trip and fall. He was running extremely fast at the time, and his foot got twisted into an awkward position.

  "Oh no!"

  "My god!"

  A sudden severe pain shot from her ankle to the top of her head, and Ming Lang cried out in surprise.

  Good luck followed him closely. As soon as he took a sudden step to one side, he cried out and knew that his foot must have twisted.

  "Alright, alright, what's wrong? Did you trip?"

  His face twisted in agony, gritting his teeth and panting heavily, he glared at Lucky with a resentful sideways glance, but didn't say a word. However, the intense pain still made him involuntarily let out a low moan.

  "Let go of my hand, I'll take a look." Luckily, Minglang was still angry and didn't resist, so he forcibly pried open Minglang's hands that were gripping his ankle. Then he picked up his foot and gently shook it back and forth.

  "Oh no!"

  Luckily, just as he was about to speak clearly, his voice cracked again and came out loud.

  Good fortune didn't dare move anymore, lifted her eyes and looked at Ming Lang: "I'll support you, stand up first."

  Gazed at good fortune with a bright and resentful look, pouting, with a stern face, raised one arm.

  He propped himself up with his arm and, with a great effort, stood up with the help of the handrail.

  "Slow down, lean back against the armrest first."

  The brightness leaned against the past, and good fortune turned around carefully on the stairs: "Come on, give me that hand too."

  It wasn't until then that he realized, he didn't want to support himself going up, but rather carry him on his back. They were only on the third floor, their home was on the sixth floor, and he weighed over 130 pounds, while Lucky's weight had never exceeded 120 pounds.

  "No! Just hold me and I'll be fine, I can get up with one foot."

  "No! With a foot injury like that, you can't exert yourself anymore, hurry up and come on!"

  "No need, no need, I've already said it's not necessary!" he shouted loudly, his face pale with anxiety.

  Luckily, this eccentric guy was also annoyed. Originally, he wasn't a nervous person, but the chaotic situation that day really got on his nerves.

  He couldn't take it anymore: "Stop arguing! Come up!"

  Never getting angry, lucky one shouted, and really stunned Minglang, stunned for a moment, then suddenly wilted, stupidly blinked his eyes, and then obediently stretched out two hands.

  The stairs were eighteen steps, with a small turn in the middle, and then another eighteen steps. Luckily, Minglang walked up step by step with his back to the light.

  Sweat came down in no time, on a sweltering day like this, it's hard enough for one person to climb the stairs, let alone carrying another.

  A bead of sweat fell with a plop onto the ground, leaving a water mark, and then another drop.

  "Lucky, put me down, I can walk myself."

  Good fortune doesn't make a sound.

  "After a while, Ming Lang said: 'Luckily, it's just one layer, put me down.'"

  "Almost there, just a bit more." Lucky said in response to an unasked question.

  As soon as he entered the house and put Ming Lang down, he looked at Xing Yun again, who was dripping wet from head to toe, like he had just been fished out of the water.

  Ming Lang looked at Lucky who was panting heavily and felt extremely regretful in his heart. If he hadn't been so willful and playful, how would Lucky have ended up like this?

  Most importantly, his body had never been very strong.

  In the process of treating his injured foot, he was exceptionally cooperative, completely with a look of recognizing his mistake, well-behaved, flattering and timid.

  "Hah, how did you trip and fall, it's as if your whole person has changed?" Lucky chuckled.

  Her face turned red with anger: "Get out!"

  Don't pretend to be that pitiful and weak anymore.

  Minglang sprained his ankle, so Lucky had to send him home, and it was only natural that Lucky would walk with Minglang.

  He frankly said: "This is really a blessing in disguise."

  That high-heeled shoe was placed on the dashboard, one hand holding a banana, taking big bites, and the smile on his face was as big as an American man-eating flower.

  "Look at you, beautiful! Don't your feet hurt?" Xingyun smiled and glanced at Minglang.

  "Hmph! Some people, this is fate, you know? You and I are clearly destined to be together, so don't always think about marrying a wife in the future." Ming Lang proudly swung his head and that injured foot.

  Good luck can only laugh at this. He still hasn't given up on that idea, and he doesn't care about his own thoughts and attitude either, which makes Good Luck feel difficult, unable to control others' thoughts or change his own thoughts, so this matter is doomed to continue, but when will there be a result?

  Lucky focused on looking ahead, steadily driving the car. On the highway, there was no scenery, only an endless expanse of gray stone road stretching forward. There were many intersections with complex but unclear signs, and if you weren't careful, you'd take a wrong turn. Just like everyone's life path, you never know when a single turn will change the entire route, altering one's lifelong trajectory.