Qian Weiran showed a forced smile, endured the wound on her knee that seemed to tear easily if she moved, bit her whitened lower lip tightly, and tried to struggle to stand up.
Just when she was swaying as if she might fall at any time, a pair of big hands appeared under her armpits. A powerful force immediately grasped her center of gravity and lifted her up. It was low, magnetic but somewhat uncomfortable.
A natural voice sounded above the head: "Just because I help you doesn't mean I can accept you... Don't think too much..."
The familiar face and smell were obviously close at hand, but the words he said were so hurtful that they took your breath away, and Qian Weiran's expression couldn't help but turn gloomy.
This is probably retribution, right? However, Qian Weiran is much more sad than she imagined. Now, she can finally understand that she rejected them and hurt them.
How did you feel? Compared with the physical injury, the mental injury was undoubtedly fatal. I only blame myself for being too willful at the time and not caring about others at all. I said it was for their own good. In fact, I have always been a selfish person.
Own.
She kept running away, never dared to face the truth, she kept hiding under Ranye's protection, she was always the timid and cowardly Qian Weiran. An Yixu put her on the protruding rock under the tree.
"Pah, pah, pah..."
Li Qiye didn't know why when he saw this scene, the anger accumulated in his chest became more intense. He clapped his hands disdainfully and said frivolously: "Don't you see that even if An Yixu has lost his memory, he still never leaves Qian Weiran? Then?
Why don’t you want the medicine I gave you...or are you talking about..."
"Mo Li... you don't have to worry about my affairs..." An Yixu was not afraid of him at all now, because he had already thrown the jar of medicine into the grass, and he couldn't get it back no matter what.
"An Yixu... I'm not scared anymore from your tone?" The disdain in Mo Li's eyes became even more profound. Especially, this guy looked confident, which was really scary.
"I've never been afraid of you... If you are always so self-indulgent... I can't help it..." An Yixu didn't even raise his eyes at all. He bent down and half-crouched in front of Qian Weiran, and immediately
A certain girl was frightened: "What are you doing?"
An Yixu's rough movements revealed a hint of tenderness, and he forcefully pulled her injured leg over so that she could not retract it. She lowered her eyes, took out a square towel from her pocket, and said coldly: "Don't
move……"
He bandaged her wound skillfully. Maybe the wound would be a little painful during the bandaging process, but why did the dark corner of his heart feel warm instantly.
"..."
She wanted to cry inexplicably... The tears accumulated in her eyes seemed to fall down if they took a little longer. Sure enough, while bandaging the back of someone's hand, a drop of warm tears appeared inexplicably. An Yixu panicked and became incoherent:
"Just tell me if it hurts...you can't bear it...it's really...uh..."
However, before An Yixu could finish speaking, the crying person in front of him threw herself into his arms, hugged her tightly around his neck, and continued to cry.
"You must be sick! Just cry by yourself! Cry on my shoulder...what's going on..."
An Yixu couldn't bear to see women cry. The more he cried, the grumpier An Yixu became.