C21

I was curled up in the alley, my face wet. The rain must have soaked my face, but it didn't stop.

Drip by drop into the palm of my hand, burning me painfully.

Blood dripped from the torn hand as it jeered at me, and the pain grew more and more unbearable. I stretched out my hand and let the rain from the eaves trickle down the wound, slowly chewing the tingling taste.

A handkerchief fell on the back of my hand, and then the warm tips of my fingers moved deftly, wrapping around my hand. I didn't want to look at him at first, so my tears started to flow more violently.

"Go home, love." he said softly.

"That's not my home. I'm not yours, so I can't even buy you a single piece of clothing." I shouted the grievances and anger in my heart.

He squatted down and took me in his wet arms. "I'm sorry," he said gruffly.

Well, I cried loudly.

He patted me on the back and whispered, "I'm sorry. "I just feel very guilty. It's useless for me to let you be injured because of me."

"I will, won't I? Even if I liked you, it was voluntary, and I didn't force you to like me. " His heart felt a little better after he shouted it all out.

There was a trace of pain in his eyes. "It's good that you understand. You can be very willful, but in my life, other than her, I won't love anyone else. I'm afraid I can't repay your kindness when you get injured for me."

His heart ached again. "Who is she? Is she really so important that no one can replace her?"

"Don't ask." He said bitterly, "Because I'm not worth it. Love, get up and let's go home."

I was still crying. It was a sad cry.

But Mo Li, how could I give up?

You said that people can't make claims so recklessly, and I believe that 30% is preordained, 70% depends on the fight.

He was holding the slightly wet clothes and roasting them in the kitchen. Mo Li is going to the palace tonight for dinner, and we all know that this is very important for him. He can see the woman he likes, the woman that even I can't ask about.

"Uncle Ming, don't roast it. Boil some water for Heaven's Love to take a bath first. He's all wet. "God love you, go back and change your clothes. I'll give you some medicine for your hands later." After giving his orders, one of the men went out to carry the car back into the house.

Uncle Ming looked at me in surprise. I smiled at him. "It's fine."

"You're still not going to change your clothes? Do you want to catch a cold?" When he came out and saw me still standing and shouting, I stuck out my tongue and grimaced and ran to my room.

He bought me a lot of clothes. He said he was afraid to dry them out in the rain, but he didn't remember to buy one for him.

When I finished washing up, he was also clean, wearing a light green old clothes, his black hair was also wet on his shoulders. He looked at the dark sky and then turned back to the kitchen, I thought he had gone to see if his clothes were dry, but he said, "Uncle Ming, it's already dark, why aren't you cooking yet?"

Uncle Ming said in a relaxed manner, "Young master, the clothes are almost dry. I'll cook after the roast clothes are dry. It won't take long."

"Uncle Ming, there's no need to roast it. I'm not entering the palace tonight. Please cook, I'm hungry." The words were very quiet and peaceful, as if he had made some sort of decision.

"Ah, you're not going?" I turned from the window to the door. "Why don't you go?"

His gaze turned fierce, "Why are you asking so many questions? Uncle Ming will cook a bowl of ginger soup for her after eating. The hotter, the better."

He was pretending to be relaxed. He didn't say anything as he ate, only sighing as he looked at the deep dark night from the corner of his eyes.

After dinner he said he would put medicine on me, and then he said to me, "God, I will forget her one day, I will."

"Alright." I shouted in agreement, "If you can't forget the past, you can't start again."

He glared at me. "Looks like I'm learning more and more. Let's hear it from the back."