"You can't pick it up from men on the side of the road!"
But when I bumped into Wen Yan in a pool of blood——
The brow bone was stained with blood and was as pale as paper, and even the blood foam he coughed up was breathtakingly beautiful.
I admit, my Yangou's DNA has been moved!
Saving him was the best decision in my life.
Many people told me that a family like his cannot produce anything good.
But I didn't know that he would curl up in the middle of the night and tremble with stomachache, cry over a strawberry cake with his eyes red, and tremble on a thunderstorm night and grab the corner of my clothes and whisper: "Don't go..."
"Mingwei, don't be too nice to me."
He would silently fold the coats I threw away after the fever subsided, remember every taboo I casually mentioned, and stand in front of me regardless of his thin body when I was being pestered.
When he used his working money to buy the paintbrush that I looked at twice, I was shocked:
This young man who is reluctant to even take painkillers is clumsily expressing all his enthusiasm.
Until that night when it rained heavily, he shivered in the corner with a high fever.
I kicked his alcoholic father away and wrapped him in my coat: "Wen Yan, come home with me."
He trembled and buried his face into my neck, and his hot tears burned through my seventeen years of wanton publicity.
◆Ghostly charlatan·Doting husband and crazy man x Broken and lacking love·True beauty and strong misery
◆Shadow healing literature, you laugh and cry (the male protagonist is really broken, the female protagonist is fake)
