It turns out that she has been reduced to nothing but the word "cheap". In the eyes of Ancheng, is she the same? It must be.
"Miss Jiang..."
Qianqian was at a loss.
"Put away your sympathy, I don't need it."
Jiang Wei turned around and walked back to the room alone, limping with a pair of slender legs, making walking difficult.
"Sister Yi." A voice called her at the door of the room.
Jiang Wei turned around.
Lone Ying sneakily ran up to her and handed a tube of medicine into her hand. He looked around to make sure there was no one around before whispering, "Sister 1, it is better to apply this medicine. It has a mint scent and has a special pain relief effect."
OK, I’ve used it.”
Ever since Jiang Weiwei defeated him miserably in a game by "killing" him half a year ago, Lone Eagle's attitude towards her has changed 180 degrees.
But in order to avoid getting shot like he did half a year ago, he only dared to care about her secretly.
"Thank you." Jiang Weiwei thanked him lightly.
"Easy to say." After saying that, Lone Eagle ran away quickly with her short silver hair on her head, "I'm leaving!"
Jiang Weiyi walked into the room dragging her painful legs. The bedroom was very large. She walked for a long time before she walked to the bed and sat down against the headboard.
Staring at the large bruise on her leg, she didn't know if she could recover.
Lowering his head, Jiang Weiwei stared at the medicine in his hand. It was light green in color, and he could smell the gentle fragrance of mint through the packaging...
Every time she was injured in the past, Anjo would walk into her room by touching the wall and put a tube of medicine like this on her bedside.
Exactly the same.
He thought she didn't know.
Thinking of Ancheng, Jiang Weiyi wanted to pinch off the ointment in his hand, and his thoughts gradually fell into memories with the scent of mint——
She fell in love with An Cheng, it was love at first sight that couldn't be more vulgar...
That year, when she was 19 years old, she was suddenly notified by the school to participate in a training camp.
There was no theme for the training camp. No one told her what the training was about, why they were training, and who was training them. Everything was very mysterious.
The sky was very blue that day and the sun was even brighter than today.
On the grass under the scorching sun, there were many boys and girls of about the same age as her standing. They were all strangers to each other and had nothing to say.
She played with the bell hanging on her waist boredly.
The bell was tinkled by her...
"I seemed to hear a very beautiful voice." A voice as gentle as the spring breeze came, so magnetic that it made people want to get closer.
She stood in the crowd, raised her eyes and looked forward——
A handsome young man stood under a tree. The shade of the tree obscured his slender figure, but could not block his handsome and extraordinary face. The breeze blew his hair, and there was a faint smile on his lips.
, the temperament of water is as natural as nature.
It reminds people of eight words: Looks like an immortal, does not eat fireworks...
It seems to be glowing, making people unable to take their eyes away.
Everyone originally had many questions about this training camp, but at this moment, they all lost their voices as if their souls were absorbed by him.
"Hello everyone, I am Anjo."
He introduced himself with a smile, looked straight ahead without focus, remained silent for a few seconds and asked, "I'm sorry, I'm blind. Can you tell me what was making the noise just now?"
"..."
Everyone was in an uproar, and some bold boys even walked up to him and waved their hands.
He seemed to feel the wind in his palm, his smile deepened, and he didn't mind.
Jiang Weiwei was stunned for a moment and then said, "It's my bell that's ringing."