After the wounds on his hands healed, Linda looked at his clean hands and couldn't help but sigh: "Dan, your hands are so beautiful."
Your hands are so beautiful. Someone has said this to him before. He looked down at his hands, remembering a time when he had lost a bet with her and had been forced to let her paint his hands with blue nail polish to match her pink ones. She held his hand, intertwined their fingers, and said proudly: "Well, this is a sign that you belong to me. Those flowers and plants should know better and leave!"
Later, he went back to his dormitory or went to class. In short, no matter where he went, he wanted to put on a pair of gloves to cover those ten fancy fingers. His classmates teased him: "Yanchen, it seems that you have fallen into the hands of this little girl." His instructor observed his hands for a full minute after seeing it, and then said with a suppressed smile: "Well, your little girlfriend's manicure skills are good." At that time, the proud Song Yanchen was so embarrassed, but also a little sweet.
But now, his nails are clean without any trace of smear. But he wished that the girl could come back, sit next to him, lower her head and apply a thick layer of nail polish on him carefully, which would never fade.