The silence of the bathroom, accompanied by the overflow of a large piece of water, made Anyang sit up straight again.

"Have you washed it?"

"Well," Gu Zhibai reluctantly sat on the edge of the bathtub and simply put the bath towel on his body, "Year after year, I can't stand up......"

"Got it," Anyang opened the shower curtain, his gaze swept over his chest for a moment, and then quickly looked away.

Rudely put another bath towel on his shoulder, and An Yang heartily helped the person up.

Gu Zhibai stared at the bath towel under the cover, and the corners of his mouth hooked a shallow smile, he didn't expect to be surprisingly innocent every year, this is really an extremely unexpected discovery.

"Are you okay if you don't go home?" Helping people to the bed, An Yang looked at his heartfelt appearance and couldn't help asking.

"I'll just send a message," Gu Zhibai smiled reluctantly, "I can't go back, in fact, there is no difference between them......"

In a lonely tone, a fluffy towel floated down from the top of his head.

An Yang's slender fingers pinched his ears through the towel, "So that's what you meant." ”

They are one type of people......

She didn't want to call her parents several times, Gu Zhibai must have misunderstood, the two of them were imaginary existences.

The white light slowly lengthened the reflection of her eyelashes, and the sadness in her eyes began to soak in unspeakable bitterness.

Her fingers gently rubbed Gu Zhibai's wet hair, and in the movements, she didn't notice Gu Zhibai's increasingly stiff body, and she was about to hold her breath.

In the dark night, there was still terrifying lightning and thunder outside the window, until a lightning bolt burst into the air, and Anyang realized that he was in a daze just now.

Looking at her hair that was kneaded into a chicken nest, she coughed in embarrassment, "I'm sorry, I just got distracted." ”

After moving the medical box prepared in advance, Anyang half-squatted on the edge of the bed, "Where is the injury, show me." ”

"Here," Gu Zhibai lifted his bathrobe, "Every year, there is blood ...... here"

Staring at the thin wound, An Yang's face was suddenly covered with black lines. A little later, she suspected that the bleeding had stopped on its own.

But after all, it was an unwarranted disaster, she took a deep breath and patiently rubbed Gu Zhibai with medicine.

"It's good that they don't hit too hard, otherwise I don't know what to do," An Yang stared at the bruises exposed on his arm, and a sour pain crossed his heart, "Don't be so stupid in the future, I can deal with it alone." ”

"Maybe those people are coming at me," Gu Zhibai hurriedly said comfortingly: "Don't blame yourself every year, I'm not afraid at all." ”

Although he was like this, the apprehension in his eyes still exposed the fear in his heart.

An Yang looked at him like this, and couldn't help but reach out and rub the top of his hair, "Gu Zhibai, I'm very happy to be able to meet you and know you......"

Tears filled her eyes, and her choked throat instantly made her tears fall uncontrollably.

A strange city, a strange school, no one knows what kind of past she encountered.

Isn't she covered in bruises, and then locked herself in a cold and hard shell Zheng

She never thought about whether she would meet someone who would make her unbridled and happy, because everything in her dreams was extravagant......

"Don't cry every year, don't cry every year......" Gu Zhibai said in a panic to comfort, and his eyes moistened.