There were a few bruises on Ai Tong's white arms, and there were a few tears in the corners of his eyes, but they did not flow down. Wu Chen wiped his clean face stained by dirty water with his hand, and said softly: "Okay, it's okay."
Ai Tong sniffed, thanked her and turned around to leave, because Ai Tong was a very face-conscious person and didn't want others to see her embarrassed. Wu Chen pulled her slender arm. He was surprised to find that her arm was extra thin, as if she hadn't eaten. He felt that what he was pulling was not a person but a skeleton.
Ai Tong turned to look at Wu Chen, "Can you treat wounds?" Wu Chen asked, but Ai Tong did not answer and had to lower his eyes. "Come home with me, I'll help you deal with it." Ai Tong looked at him in surprise and happiness. Finally, he was no longer alone. Ai Tong nodded slightly.
Wu Chen held her little hand, and Ai Tong looked at his back and felt a trace of warmth.
Intention: This is a beautiful and clean love...