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In a dark room.
Lu Yuan was curled up on the bed, his clothes torn and messy, hanging on his body.
The thin body is covered with scars, especially the waist, which is covered with bruises and bruises, making it ferocious and terrifying.
He hugged himself tightly and buried his head deeply in his arms.
"Don't cry." Lu Yu stood beside him quietly, comforting him awkwardly. She saw red spots on the boy's snow-white neck under his black hair, and his eyes showed sadness.
"... I didn't cry."
Lu Yuan slowly raised his head, his voice was low and hoarse, his beautiful face was clean, and there was not even a trace of mist in his black gem-like eyes, like a pool of stagnant water, unable to stir up any waves.
"I didn't cry." He repeated again, stubbornly.
Lu Yu looked at him like this. For some reason, his heart seemed to be torn apart and he was in pain.
She hugged the boy gently.
"Stop crying." She repeated.
Lu Yuan's whole body stiffened, and a familiar smell filled his nose. After a long time, his body relaxed, and he hugged her with trembling hands. He gathered his strength and buried his face in her neck.
"I told you I didn't cry."
"Yes, I know." Lu Yu felt the coolness on his neck, tears sliding down his cheeks.
You didn't cry, I cried.
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