Hua Xi wiped the rain from her face. If she were strong now, she would prevent such a fate, even if it goes against the will of heaven!
But why? Isn’t she strong enough now?
There are so many ifs in life, why can't they come true?
Her eyes were wet and hot, and her face was covered with water stains. She didn't know whether it was tears or rain.
She knelt on the ground holding her wound, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.
Someone was walking through the water in front of her, walking slowly and walking in front of her step by step.
Hua Xi raised his head and saw a small figure standing in the rain holding an ink-colored oil-paper umbrella.
The noble purple robe, the long black hair, and the beautiful little face that makes people marvel.
Her dark eyes looked at him through the pouring rain, just a few steps away.
He held an umbrella, like an independent god, standing quietly outside the world.
The wind and rain could not get close to him.
Relatively silent.
Hua Xi was half-kneeling on the ground, not wanting to stand up. She had no strength and no mood.
Lightning and thunder in the sky, crazy rainstorms, and raging winds all mingled around her.
"Why are you sad? You are already the king of the gods, you have controlled everyone's destiny, what else are you unhappy about? Why are you sad?"
Hua Xi lowered her head and murmured.
"Aren't the gods heartless and desireless? Those who should be sad should be those poor people who are struggling but cannot escape their fate."
She lowered her eyes and looked at the rain that kept rolling past her eyes. The heavy rain splashed water on the ground.
A drop of water splashed into her eyes, causing the tears she had been holding back to burst out again.
What, it turns out she is so weak.
Crying is nothing to be ashamed of.
When she is really sad and sad, it is her instinct to cry instead of pretending to be strong.
After a while, a pair of small feet came to a stop in front of her and moved the umbrella over her head. In an instant, all the clothes on his body were wet.
Hua Xi raised her head and looked at him, her eyes red and swollen from crying, like walnuts.
Her dark eyes reflected her wet and embarrassed look.
Where has the free and uninhibited girl gone?
Where has the strong and confident girl gone?
She is crying here. Who is she crying for?
Xingluo slowly knelt down, stretched out her small hand, and wiped her red and swollen eyes.
The liquid on my hands was not cold rain, but hot tears.
He threw the umbrella and wiped it with both hands. His movements were inevitably rough and hurt her.
"Hua Xi." He whispered, "It's ugly for you to cry like this."
Hua Xi looked at him steadily for a second, and then tears rolled down like broken beads.
Xingluo frowned, took a step forward, and held her in his arms.
He was so small, but he held her so firmly. How could he protect her in such a small embrace?
Hua Xi was startled for a moment, then gradually burst into tears. The rain was falling so hard that even the sound of the rain could not cover up her cries.
Human beings are a species full of suspicion and will never show their vulnerable side in front of people they don't trust.
So when she cried in his arms, was it because she trusted him?
Shuo Yue Hanyou, who was standing behind, looked at them in trance for a long time, then he lowered his head and looked at his hands.
His hands would never be able to hold her like that little child.
What's going on? He's even jealous of children.
You shouldn’t. Have you forgotten the Shuoyue family’s family motto?
