Chapter 214: The Superfluous

Chapter 214

Xiaoqi lowered her head to take a look.

The 18-year-old boy had a cold expression on his face, but there were tears in his eyes...

Damn, she couldn't watch other people cry at all.

Seeing others cry made her want to cry too.

She could only open her mouth to coax: "Not far, we'll be there soon."

Li Weijin still felt ashamed to death even after being put down.

It was completely different from what he had imagined... Princess hug but it was him being carried by Su Xiaoqi... Why did it turn out like this?

The tears in his eyes were not from pain, but from shame.

Alright, half of it was also pain, but most of it was shame.

If his little buddies knew about this... No, he would not tell anyone.

He was taken to a pavilion in front of the Gossip Temple. Xiaoqi let him sit here while she went to find someone.

Li Weijin was about to call out: This temple was so remote, it might be dangerous, so it’s better to wait for the others.

But then he thought of how classmate Su Xiaoqi easily picked him up... picked him up... So he shut his mouth again.

Xiaoqi took a turn around the temple but didn't find anyone. There was a locked room behind it. She saw flower pots and water buckets and other things in the corner. There were clothes and an old towel drying in the sunshine at the door. It should be where the temple keeper lived, but the person wasn't there at the moment.

This was not a big temple. There was only one main hall with three Bodhisattva statues in it.

The one in the middle was the biggest and shone brightly. Xiaoqi didn't know much about Buddhism. She just felt the Buddha statues were quite bare and had very kind expressions.

The other two small Buddhas on both sides also smiled very kindly.

But behind each Buddha statue stood two very fierce looking little ghosts.

She didn't go in. Usually when entering a temple, people would burn incense and worship the Buddha. So she just took a turn at the door of the hall and went back out.

When she came out, she saw the President of the Running Club together with Li Weijin in the pavilion.

She lowered her head while doing it because the brim of her cap would block the light if she left it on. So she took off her cap.

Li Weijin was leaning against a horizontal bench in the pavilion, relying on a pillar, while Xiaoqi sat in front of him with lowered head. She held one of his hands, spread open his palm, and gently brushed over his wounds with cotton swabs in the other hand.

Each contact with the wound stung like a burn, but his heart felt itchy.

He didn't dare look at Su Xiaoqi. He even felt her warm breath on his palm.

His palm was especially sensitive due to the pain.

He turned his head to look at the surrounding scenery. Next to them was a small stage. Behind that was a lawn and then a temple.

Although he already finished his freshman year in prep school so was quite familiar with this place and had been here several times, it was the first time he found this place so beautiful.

The grass was so lush and green. The small stage was so antique and quaint. The temple was also so nice and intimate. Even the old pavilion felt warm and endearing.

A breeze blew by, gently lifting Xiaoqi’s short hair. A wisp of hair grazed Li Weijin's neck. He only felt his clavicles heat up again but this time hot like a scald. He couldn't help but let out a soft moan.

Xiaoqi thought she had hurt him so lifted her head and apologized, "Bear with it a little longer. It'll be good soon. This piece of gravel is embedded quite deep."

The result was that when she lifted her head, she saw his eyes wet... was he about to cry again?

She was truly a little speechless.

In fact, her father made bamboo weavings. In the winter his hands would sometimes crack open. The wounds were far more serious than Li Weijin's hand injuries, directly splitting open wide. They looked quite hideous. But with such a little abrasion, this boy was already in so much pain. People really lived different lives and had different fates.

"If it really hurts so much, close your eyes and don't look. It'll be over soon," said Xiaoqi. She had just cleared the last bit of gravel from this palm and also gently blew on it, breathing air onto the wound. This is how her mother, Sheng Juanhua, treated her injuries when she was little.

This time Li Weijin directly felt the warmth on his palm.

Then his hand was released, suddenly feeling empty.

But his other hand was gently lifted up, so his heart settled again quickly.

It had to be fair for both hands.

When treating the other hand Xiaoqi became quite skillful.

The club president on the side suddenly felt rather superfluous seeing the boy leaning against the pillar with a straight posture, while the petite girl sat before him, grabbing his hand and carefully treating the wounds. He coughed and said, "I'll go see why the others haven't arrived yet."