Song Han drank the last drop of coffee in the coffee cup, sighed, walked out of the softree ice cream shop, and looked at the left and right sides of the road and didn't know where to go for a while. There was confusion in his eyes.

"Alas. Yuna definitely hasn't come back at noon anyway! I'm so irritable today that I don't have the inspiration to paint at all. Hey, let's look for it or wander around! Song Han muttered a sigh, wearing a mask and a hat.

Ever since Incheon Airport was surrounded by a crowd of fans, Song Han now has to put on masks and hats to cover himself when he goes out. Fortunately, he is of average height and appearance, and has no characteristics at all. After wearing a mask and a hat, he can see his fans just from the silhouette of his figure, at least he hasn't touched it until now.

If I didn't love you, why didn't I miss the thorn in my heart and couldn't pull it out. Thinking of this, Song Han's eyes were suddenly confused, and he was momentarily confused, like a walking corpse, walking with the crowd.

Song Han doesn't know how many roads he has walked with the crowd and how many subways he has changed? Before he knew it, he had come to the stone wall road of Fushou Palace, a place filled with rows of ginkgo trees on the side of the road. Holding on to the antique stone wall, Song Han's expression was in a trance, as if he was back in that time, when he walked around the stone wall road with Jessica.

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Jessica has been making an appointment with Kwon Yong-il at a coffee shop a week ago and deliberately letting Song Han see it. In fact, at that time, she wanted Song Han to come up very much, and asked her face to face, who was the man opposite? Then, she could answer that Quan Ningyi was just a fly all the time.

However, Jessica was disappointed, Song Han didn't come up to question her, and without even looking at her more, she left the coffee shop with Park Ji-yeon.

All of a sudden, Jessica was confused. After getting rid of Quan Ningyi, the fly. When I got home, I lay on the bed, curled up and trembling. Looking for a sense of security.

Love is a torturous thing, but you don't want to give it up like that. She Jessica is a high-minded person, how could she give up so lightly? But what is the difference between giving up now and not giving up? kept guessing what Song Han was thinking. But it didn't work. How to guess?

Jessica, who had been staying at home for more than a week, finally felt bored and wanted to go out and go out for a walk, clearing her boredom.

Unconsciously. Jessica also came to the stone wall road of Fushou Palace, where she and Song Han were together, and they broke up after walking this road.

"Alas~ At that time, if I could grit my teeth here and agree, maybe the current situation would be different!" Jessica looked up at the still green ginkgo tree, which was cloudy and did not have the sunlight that could see through the leaves of the ginkgo tree.

Seoul is also a seaside city, the weather can change, a warm wind blows into the mainland with water vapor, a black cloud drifts by, the originally overcast sky, even darker. Look, it's going to rain soon.

The pedestrians on the stone wall road of Fushou Palace are tourists or people passing by various citizens. Looking up at the weather, I immediately quickened my pace, ready to leave here, find a place to shelter from the rain, or go home immediately.

Jessica also panicked when she saw the weather, and scolded secretly, "Unlucky." Immediately, like the pedestrian next to him, he quickened his pace.

Jessica was panicked and unprepared. I tripped over a stone under my feet, my body didn't stabilize all of a sudden, my center of gravity leaned forward, and I made a "pop" sound. Fell down on the road all at once.

The entire left leg knee fell on the road, rubbing a large wound, and there was a trace of blood. A sharp pain came from the knee of her left leg, and Jessica grinned in pain.

"Sika, what's wrong with you? You okay! Song Han looked at the weather and was ready to speed up his pace and leave. Suddenly. He saw a familiar figure, it was Jessica, Song Han couldn't help but be stunned, is this fate? Before Song Han could react, Jessica accidentally tripped over the stone under her feet in a hurry and fell down all at once. Song Han hurriedly ran up to check on Jessica's injuries.

A familiar and gentle words came into Jessica's ears, and for a while, Jessica thought she had heard it wrong, raised her head, and looked at the mask and hat in front of her, the deep eyes, yes, it was him, and she would not admit it. Jessica's face turned red and she sat on the ground, her hands covering the wound on her knee, not wanting him to see her ugliness. He blushed and muttered, "Song Han, don't look at me." As he spoke, he turned around.

"Poof!" Song Han looked at the shy Jessica and smiled suddenly, how can there be the posture of the former iceberg queen! smiled and said, "You little pabu, what are you shy about?" Show me, did you hurt anything? If you leave a scar in the future, it won't look good. With that, Song Han wanted to break Jessica's hand covering the wound and wanted to check his injury.

"Song Han, it's nothing, it's just a small injury, don't look at it!" Jessica's face turned even redder, and she clutched her wound tightly to prevent Song Han from seeing it.

"You pabu" Song Han didn't care about Jessica's opinion, and directly used both hands to break Jessica's hand covering the wound, grabbed Jessica's slender leg like white jade and observed.

Song Han's brows furrowed, this wound is really not small, although it is only a skin abrasion, it is not much strict, "Sika, is there any water next to it?" Your wound has a lot of sand, and if you don't treat it in time, it will be very serious. As he spoke, Song Han looked up and left and right.

Where will there be water on the stone wall road of Fushou Palace? Helpless, Song Han could only ask: "Sika, do you have mineral water?" I'll clean it up for you. ”

Jessica still shook her head, looking demented.

Song Han panicked now, if the sand was not treated in time, Jessica's wound might really be stricter.

"Alas!" Song Han sighed, and then thought of something? Without hesitation, he lowered his head, his lips close to the wound on Jessica's knee, and cleaned it with his mouth.

"Song Han, don't, dirty!" Jessica felt her blood surge all over her body, her face hot and infinitely ashamed. He muttered and tried to retract his legs. But I don't know why, my whole body is soft, and I don't have any strength at all.

Who has taken care of my feelings, and has kissed my wounds tenderly? (To be continued.) )