Listening to Mu Wanqing's extremely humble begging, Delina laughed, her smile was extremely erotic and crazy...
Throughout the afternoon, Mu Wanqing sat on a bench at the bus stop not far from the school entrance with a bruised nose and a swollen face, carefully using needle and thread to mend the ballet shoes that were broken into pieces.
She said sorry after every stitch, and the crystal tears fell on the back of her hands one after another, making a "pah-pah" sound, mixed with the light rain falling from the sky, just like Lan Qin's tears
Same.
When Wei Zhehan was released from detention, the first thing he did when he was free was to go crazy and search for Mu Wanqing all over the world.
It was already late at night when he found her.
She huddled alone on the bench at the bus stop, hugging herself and keeping herself warm.
Wei Zhehan suddenly stepped on the brakes and looked at her from a distance across the street. His heart was throbbing hard and his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.
How many times is this?!
Every time she was hurt or really sad, she would always find a place to hide, and then she would remain in this position, sitting still for a long time.
She said that maintaining this position was very comfortable and made her feel very safe.
However, she didn't know that this posture had a unified name called: defense.
Wei Zhehan sat in the driver's seat and smoked several cigarettes. After suppressing his restless emotions, he opened the door and strode over.
The heavy rain has just stopped, and light rain is still falling in the sky.
The rain is very icy and cold, hitting the skin, even in the middle of summer, is very biting.
Wei Zhehan stood one meter away from her, looking at her softly.
The surroundings were very quiet, and the lights on the road were dim and hazy. The light orange lights shrouded down from mid-air, making the night extremely desolate and desolate. At the same time, the light projected diagonally made his tall figure
It was stretched thin and long, and the shadow fell impartially on the bench next to her.
From Wei Zhehan's corner, it seemed as if he was sitting next to her and accompanying her all the time.
Wei Zhehan stood there for who knows how long before he mustered up the courage to step forward, take off his coat, and put it on her body tenderly and considerately.
Mu Wanqing fell into a drowsy sleep, and suddenly felt wrapped in a ball of warmth.
She raised her head in panic and saw Wei Zhehan, who always had a faint smile on his face.
As for Wei Zhehan, the moment she raised her head, she saw clearly: in her arms, she was holding a dirty, wet puppy, so thin that only its ribs were left.
When a stranger approaches, the puppy makes a frightened and ferocious sound from its throat.
Wei Zhehan frowned, somewhat confused as to why she was holding a puppy.
Mu Wanqing looked at him pitifully and saw his frown, so she explained in a low voice: "I saw it hiding in the grass beside it in the rain, shivering from the cold, it was so pitiful, so I..."
Wei Zhehan's attention was not focused too much on the puppy in her arms, but -
Slender, plain, and warm fingers suddenly grasped her chin and lifted up her little face hidden under the disheveled hair with slight force.
His eyes fell on the shocking scratches on his face, becoming cold and sharp.
Wei Zhehan's low and magnetic voice said only one word: "Who?!"
Mu Wanqing pursed her lips, but did not answer. Instead, she put the puppy into his arms: "You keep it, don't lose it."
Wei Zhehan had no intention of changing the subject: "Jin Jiaojiao, or Delina?!"
