She ignored his cold gaze.

She doesn't seem to be shaken by anyone, she only does her own thing, and what she is determined to do, she will continue to do it and stick to her heart.

In front of this retro carved round-arched window, a girl in a black student uniform half-kneels in front of him, her slender snow-white calves snuggled tightly next to his trousers.

Wen Huaizhi's black pupils shrank.

However, the girl in front of him didn't seem to notice his anger, and still lowered her eyes, carefully wiping away the undried blood from the corners of his mouth little by little.

In the moonlight, her eyelashes were like a black forest, and her eyes, which shimmered with a little starlight in the night, were like a crooked stream.

Wen Huai looked at her deadly, so hard that the edges of his eyes began to redden.

At last, as if stripped of all strength, his fingers loosened from her collar one by one, and fell like a broken wrist.

He fell silent.

I probably still can't stand that level in my heart.

It didn't take long for her to wipe him with a handkerchief, but he turned his face nobly and coldly, and his eyes were cold.

The moonlight penetrating through the glass illuminated the silhouette of his face like a sculpture, with perfect lines but a cold alienation.

It was as if no one could get into his heart.

Jiang Chacha didn't get hurt by his alienating move, she just wanted to finish it and leave.

She pinched her handkerchief, as if she was afraid that he would hurt, and gently wiped the corners of his mouth.

Sincere and unpretentious actions can most easily push down other people's defenses.

Only at her angle was the side of his face in the moonlight, while most of his face fell silently into darkness.

No one knew that in the darkness, his pupils shrank and shrank violently, and his hands hanging on the ground clenched and clenched, leaving deep traces in his palms, as if they were going to be permanently imprinted in his heart.

After wiping the blood stains from the corners of his mouth, Jiang Chacha glanced at him and found a medicine kit.

Still kneeling in front of him, disinfecting the wounds on his body with medical alcohol.

He still turned his face away in arrogance, but he didn't resist much. He was silent, letting her lift his arm, not saying a word.

Ginger tea tea does not take care of people. She could only touch his wound lightly with a cotton ball, and then carefully asked him, "Does it hurt like this?" I didn't hurt you. ”

However, the man still sunk half of his body into the shadows, his side face was bruised and terrifying, and the thin lips in the darkness were always pursed, and he did not say a word.

If you don't say it, forget it.

Jiang Chacha lowered her head, helped him disinfect little by little, and then bandaged him briefly.

I don't know how long it was silent, but the man in the dark finally moved, he looked over and landed on the girl in front of him.

There were no lights on in the room, and under the retro round-arched window, she half-knelt in front of him, her head bowed, and earnestly treated his wounds, and with her movements, her long hair also fell from her delicate shoulders.

The moonlight of the night fell on her like frost, her elf-like curls glowing, and for a moment she was a bit like an angel descending from his window to heal his wounds, rather than licking his wounds alone in this corner like the countless cold days and nights before.

He was silent the whole time.

Ten minutes later, the wounds were all dressed.

Jiang Cha Cha covered the medicine box, and when she turned around, she saw that he still left her with a cold side face.

She was calm, and spoke without the usual smell of gunpowder, but spoke to him patiently, regardless of whether he would turn sneering at her.

"Then I'll leave first, if you don't come tomorrow, then I'll deal with your affairs on behalf of the president first, and the president probably won't say that I'm overstepping."

Seeing that he still didn't speak, Jiang Chacha slowly stood up, and his voice was gentle, "Then President, I'll go first." ”

I was about to say "you take care of yourself", but after thinking about it, this sentence should not be said.

Anyone who has just suffered from embarrassment and humiliation should not say this in front of them.

This is not a good time.

This will only irritate them, and they will feel that others are just sympathizing with him and pity him.

And people hate others to sympathize with them the most.

That's a kind of being on top.

What's more, Wen Huaizhi is so arrogant and self-respecting.

So she didn't say anything, just glanced at him, then gently closed the door and left, leaving this private space back to him.

Hearing the sound of the door closing, the man sitting on the ground still did not move, he still maintained his original movements, his eyes drooping, like an unwound puppet.

In the room where the lights were not turned on, his figure dragged a long shadow on the floor, and when it was illuminated by the moonlight, it was like frost, cold to the bones.