[Innocent retired special forces × sober surgeon | Rough Chinese | Two-way redemption]
She was on duty for half a month, and fell in embarrassment at the entrance of the village on her first day back home. The suitcase was stuck, the skirt was torn, and blood was oozing from his fingertips - the man in black overalls lifted the suitcase with one hand, his eyes as cold as looking at an ant: "Get out of the way."
Later she learned that the person who said "get out of the way" would stay with her all night when she was afraid of the dark; the person who said "handy" would remember the ulcer at the corner of her mouth.
She treated his wound, and his Adam's apple rolled: "Don't come near me." She broke his guard under the tree, and he ran away: "You will regret it."
She didn't retreat.
There are stains on the file, there are scars on the hands, and I hold the yellowed photos without touching the light. She wanted to be the beam of light shining into the crack.
He guarded her window, and she chipped at his wall. Two people full of cracks slowly learned to be loved in the Midsummer Valley.
"Brother, I seem to want to live." - He said to the photo of his comrade, still holding her warmth in his hand.
