In the dark night, the warm yellow street lamps emit a faint glow.

In mid-air, scattered light snow, swirling and fluttering, fell in a circle of pale white.

In front of the black car, the man was thin and was about to bend over to get into the car.

But at the same time, some distance away, under the steps of the hotel, there was a weak voice of a girl, with a trace of grievance.

The crow's black eyelashes drooped, and the thin night white looked cold, even more lonely than this snowy night.

It was not that I did not hear it, but the girl fell down the steps and was more or less injured.

I even know what purpose she is calling for this.

"Ahem......"

Suddenly, as the cold wind hit, Bo Yebai put his fist to his lips and couldn't stop coughing repeatedly.

Just beside Bo Yebai, a subordinate was holding a black umbrella to block the falling snow.

Seeing this, he reminded him: "Master, get in the car." ”

is behind, the girl is still intermittent, trying to retain: "Teacher...... It really hurts...... I can't get up......"

With a twitch of his eyebrows, Bo Yebai clearly felt that a fishy sweetness overflowed from his throat, strong and abrupt.

Immediately, he took out a dark blue handkerchief and wiped it with his hand.

Just looking at the top, there were already traces of blood left before, and this time it was even more dazzling.

Not to mention, the heart is depressed and suffocated, torturing the body and mind inch by inch.

So much so that the next moment, with the girl crying a word, Bo Yebai closed his eyes, sank his thoughts, and bent over to slowly get into the car.

Then, Tired leaned back in the car seat and threw away the blood-stained handkerchief.

Immediately after, Bo Yebai took out a bottle of medicine, poured a few pills, and put them in his mouth.

"Master, do you want to drive?"

Ahead, the driver asked respectfully and waited for instructions.

But look, through the rearview mirror, the girl can be vaguely seen, petite and small, and she is still there.

Squeamish children, no matter what time it is, always.

……

"Teacher...... Teacher...... Teacher ......"

Chi Wei sat on the ground with her knees crossed, her body trembling.

Just more, she stared at the starry eyes, and saw that Bo Yebai really didn't look back, and bent into the car.

The heartbeat stopped all at once, suffocating...... Uncomfortable and dazed.

After all, she still held on to hope, thinking that Bo Ye was white...... It is possible to be soft-hearted.

is also because of this, after falling to the ground, he lowered his posture and tried to gain some pity from the man.

It's not a bitter thing, it's not true, she's really hurt.

The knee was broken and bleeding, leaving a bruise that destroyed the beauty on this delicate skin.

Seeing, the figure of the man disappeared from view.

In an instant, Chi Wei's eyelashes drooped, buried in her arm, dripping warm liquid, and her body trembled, full of forbearance and whimpering.

Ever before, Chi Wei encountered anything, her emotions were not easy to be exposed, and she formed a protective layer of self.

At most, he cried silently, not much crying.

She was so attentive that she was immersed in sadness.

So much so that I didn't see that the black car in front of me never drove.

There is also a car door, which was reopened, and the man's thin figure stepped out of it step by step.

On a snowy night, Bo Yebai returned to the girl with an open black umbrella in his hand.

Until, the black umbrella enveloped the girl, resisting the hurtful wind and snow.

Then, Bo Yebai took off his coat and unfolded it from top to bottom.

In the end, it was draped on the girl's body and wrapped the girl warmly.

Chi Wei was stunned at first, and slowly raised her little face, which was stained with tears, looking so pitiful.

"Teacher?"

Blinking at the stars, he called in disbelief, as if he was afraid that he was dreaming.

At this moment, the attachment back to the palm of the hand is just a dream.

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