Crazy Batch New Year's Eve Cultivation
It was raining the day Lin Zhiyi was taken away from the orphanage. He knelt down and zipped up her jacket and said four words.
"I'll take care of you from now on."
Seven years. He cooked for her, stuffed milk into her schoolbag, and sat in the front row at the parents' meeting. Everyone said that you are very lucky.
She said nothing.
She couldn't say it - when he cornered her in the corner late at night and stared down at her eyes, her heartbeat was so fast that it was unbelievable.
Every time his fingers touched her, she took them back.
The other one's voice was so hoarse that he couldn't hold it down: "Why are you running?"
She couldn't tell which one was real.
All she knew was that she didn't want to hide from anyone.
