She hurriedly said that the album had her most precious memories.
Yi Jin frowned. "For this album, don't you even want your life? Yesterday was luck. You just have some skin injuries on your fingers. What if the area burned is larger? "
"This album is very important to me!" Ling still said.
"Can it be more important than your hands? Are you really going to protect an album and discard your hands? " His voice sank.
"It's important, even if my hands are destroyed, I want to keep it." Ling still took a deep breath. For her, it is a thought and a persistence in her heart.
It was a wonderful family feeling in her heart and the happiest time she had ever had.
Her reply made his face look ugly. She was so angry that she didn't cherish herself and he himself. She cared more about her body than she did.
She doesn't care whether her hands are wasted or not. As a result, he cares a lot and doesn't want to see her hurt a little.
"And my album?" She still asked him the question in a hurry.
Yi Jin took a long breath, stood up, walked to a cabinet not far away, and handed her the album which had been burned down.
Ling is still a long sigh of relief, carefully opening the album, looking at the photos in the album, his eyes can not help but red again.
Some of the photos in it have been burned, some of them are only left with corners, some of them are burned, only about a quarter of them are complete.
Every page turned, it seemed to her that she needed more perseverance to bear the pain.
I didn't expect that even if it was just an album, she couldn't protect it well.
Closing the album, she murmured, "thank you."
"What?" He looked at her.
"Thank you for taking me to the hospital last night to deal with the wound. I was... A little out of control last night." She seemed embarrassed.
After all, the scene of last night flashed in her mind.
If it was normal, she would not rush into his arms to cry even if she wanted to, but yesterday, she was holding him in her arms and crying like holding a piece of driftwood.
"So from now on, I can only see your out of control." He leaned down and whispered to her.
This sentence is not a question, but a direct conclusion.
Ling is still smothering. Yi Jin lowers her head, glances at her fingers wrapped with gauze again. "If you have any trouble in the future, you can tell me not to rush up by yourself. What's more, you are now like this. I've asked you to take a vacation from the sanitation office, and I'll take a few more days off at home. "
Home? She was shocked for a while, and then there was a bitter feeling in her heart. For her, this is not a home. Or rather, there is no home in this city.
"I'm always asking for leave. I'm afraid the leader will also find it troublesome. It's time to let me go." Ling still said, years ago, she also asked for a long holiday.
It's a radish and a pit to sweep the road like them. If she doesn't go to work, it means that other colleagues will help her do her work.