Ning Wugou's school uniform was always stained with stains that couldn't be washed away, until Xia Ci An held his white-washed hands in the dusk of the rainstorm.
"Stop wiping it." Xia Cinan put a brand new shirt on his shoulders, "You are cleaner than them all."
In the first semester of his senior year of high school, Ning Wugu lived in the shadow of his stepfather and the silence of his mother.
Xia Ci'an was number one in the school, and the only person who didn't say anything after seeing the bruises on his sleeves but handed him a band-aid.
When Ning Wugao hid in the toilet cubicle to eat a cold meal, Xia Ci knocked on the door and handed over a hot bun: "Cooperate, I will give the topic, and you will eat with me."
Ning Wujia fainted during the blood test and woke up to find that the needle hole was carefully covered with a cartoon band-aid.
Until that day, her stepfather's fist fell again, and Ning Wugou tremblingly dialed the first emergency call in his life.
Twenty minutes later, Xia Cinan rushed into the alley covered in rain, followed by two lawyers and four policemen.
"Don't be afraid," the young man protected him behind him and announced coldly to his stunned stepfather, "From today on, he is under my control."
