"Hey, no, why are you smoking again?" Jiang Li stopped crying and heard the sound of Lu Qiyu taking out a lighter and lighting it up, and reached out to grab it.
Lu Qiyu flicked it quickly.
"At this point, you still don't care whether I smoke or not, I'm happy with it!"
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The wind is very strong at night in the winter in City A, and the wind is biting on the face. Jiang Li was pulled out and ran out, wearing only the single clothes she had at home.
The area on his arm where he had been beaten already showed a large amount of bruises, and his thin figure stretched and shrank with sobs.
Lu Qiyu was holding a cigarette in his mouth. He couldn't help but feel a sore nose when he looked at Jiang Li. The girl he didn't want to touch was so injured that he tightened his grip.
Lu Qiyu put the cigarette in his mouth on the ground, stamped on it, and extinguished it.
Then without saying anything, he took off his down jacket and put it on Jiang Li's body.
"Put it on quickly. If you catch a cold, you'll have to worry about me."
"What do you mean, Lu Qiyu, shut up, I don't want to hear you talk."
"Okay, okay, I won't say anything anymore." Lu Qiyu coaxed and coaxed Jiang Li to put on her coat.
I don't know how long it took, but Jiang Li gradually recovered.
"Lu Qiyu, I want to eat pears." Jiang Li turned to look at Lu Qiyu, with wet tears hanging from the corners of his eyes.
"No, miss, where do the pears come from in winter now?"
"I don't care, I like to eat pears when I'm sad."
Lu Qiyu sighed and didn't speak for a while.
"I'll plant one for you so that you can eat one before you feel sad and you won't feel sad."
"Really?" Jiang Li looked at Lu Qiyu in shock.
"Really."
"But planting trees is not easy, right?"
"Yeah." Lu Qiyu stopped looking at her, looked straight at the river in front of him, and said softly,
"I don't want you to be sad."
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