Yu Huaijin, Xi Qinghe
Deep in mind but not serious in appearance, the old lady has a troubled personality
"Yu Huaijin, look at me." Xi Qinghe was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell whether it was his own or someone else's.
He tried his best to stabilize his mood, which was about to collapse, and wiped the blood stains on Yu Huaijin's face with trembling hands. It was useless. The more Xi Qinghe wiped, the dirtier Yu Huaijin's face became.
"Yu Huaijin, look at me." Xi Qinghe's face was covered with bloodstains, and tears were burning across his face, making him look even more embarrassed.
He looked at Yu Huaijin's distracted eyes and pale lips. It's no use, he thought. He listened to Yu Huaijin's breathing getting weaker and weaker, and he covered his face.
"Yu Huaijin, look at me." Xi Qinghe put down his hands, hugged Yu Huaijin, and murmured this sentence. Suddenly, he burst into tears.
Suddenly, he felt something poke his face, and he was stunned for a moment before realizing that it was Yu Huaijin's finger that moved. He stared at the finger, a voice called their name, and a light shone on them. He squinted his eyes, unwilling to close them completely.
Xi Qinghe thought, saved. They will recover and live better and better. He will give the ring he bought to Yu Huaijin, and he will say to Yu Huaijin:
Huaiyu has flaws, but he still likes her; Huaijin has flaws, but he still likes her.
Purpose: Mutual redemption