Sensing Tang Xuyao's strange gaze, Xia Haiyu felt a little uncomfortable.
"What?! Do you think I'm miserable?!" She asked him pretending to be relaxed, smiling falsely, "Actually, it wasn't that miserable. Although I was only 15 years old at the time, I didn't starve to death either.
You haven’t lived well until now!”
In the past five years, she didn’t know how she got here. She didn’t dare to think about it. She couldn’t think about it. The only thing she could do was to open her eyes every morning and go out to make money, save money, and organize every day for herself and Haixing.
meal.
But God still seemed to think that the torture he gave her was not enough. Two years ago, Haixing was diagnosed with leukemia, which made her life even worse.
However, those pains are over!
He raised his lips slightly and tried to keep a smile, "It's okay. The most difficult time is over. I used to have to work part-time when I was in school, but now I am working and earning a salary, and Haixing's body is gradually recovering.
I am very satisfied with my current life!"
Tang Xuyao keenly noticed something wrong in her words, "Work-study?! Didn't the perpetrator compensate you and Haixing after the car accident?!"
"..." Xia Haiyu paused again, and her heart was stung hard, "The perpetrator is a rich man. He bribed the witnesses and put the responsibility for the car accident on my parents, and then gave me the money. If you
Is it me, would I want that kind of money?!"
Don't turn your head, look out the car window, holding back tears.
Tang Xuyao pursed his lips and said nothing, looking at her side face quietly. His face was a little pale, but it was full of stubbornness and strength.
He took her hand and held it firmly. Suddenly, he noticed something strange.
The palm of her hand was cold, so cold that it made his heart palpitate, so he quickly opened it to take a look.
This wasn't the first time he held her hand, but it was the first time he looked at her hand seriously.
The fingers are thin and have clear joints. There are no fancy manicures or colorful nail polish. Each nail is neatly trimmed, very short and very clean. There are two hard places on the palm, like calluses.
Thinking of her contempt and resentment towards rich people when they first met in a bar; thinking of her almost vicious curse the second time when she was embarrassed and unemployed; thinking of her disdain for his money temptation again and again; thinking of her
I worked hard as a driving agent, set up a stall at night markets, worked as a temporary cashier in supermarkets, and posted advertisements on the streets. I remembered that even though I lived with him, I still chewed bread and took the bus every day.
I finally understand why she hates rich people so much. People who are arrogant because of their wealth should be like "enemies" in her eyes.
My heart ached for her.
She worked very hard, but she never said it, and she always smiled bravely.
She was lonely, but she never said it, and she always pretended not to care.
She is very strong, but she never says it, and she always thinks it is natural.
He held her hand tighter...
"Hey, what are you doing? Let go!"
Regardless of her struggle, he hugged her and said, "Cry out, I'll lend you my shoulders..."