When Xie Xiaoye was twenty-four years old, he pulled back a young man from the bridge who wanted to throw himself into the river.
She was as thin as a bean sprout, covered in wounds, except for a pair of eyes that were dark and bright, and looked like a vigilant cub when looking at people.
She took him back and raised him, thinking that she could let him go after he graduated from college.
Later she realized that from the day she dragged him back, he could no longer hold anyone else in his eyes.
——
Feinan's eighteenth birthday happened to be New Year's Eve.
Xie Xiaoye deliberately pretended to forget and decorated the house to give him a surprise.
The young man was sent away by her and didn't come back until it was completely dark, full of coldness.
Thousands of lights were on outside the window, and fireworks exploded all over the sky.
He stood in the dark a few steps away, his expression could not be seen, and he could only hear a dull voice: "Xie Xiaoye, why don't I go back... It's too troublesome for you to be here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened.
The firework bag head exploded all over him.
Before Xie Xiaoye could react, when she turned around, the young man looked at her with red eyes and looked at her aggrievedly, and asked in disbelief: "Is this... Prepared for me?"
——
Xie Xiaoye always felt that he had raised a son, and if he kept raising him, he would become a big trouble.
I just went to a bar to sit with my male friends, and then I was dragged back to my warm little home by a young man who came from the world.
He showed no expression on his face, pulled open his collar, and asked clearly one word at a time: "Why do you have to find someone else? Can't I? I'm younger than him, better-looking than him, cleaner than him... And you can do whatever you want. When you get tired of playing, throw it aside. I won't say a word more."
As if he was afraid that she wouldn't believe it, he buried his head in her shoulder, and his voice was muffled and crying: "You are with me. If you want to find someone else in the future, I can pretend not to see you."
Xie Xiaoye finally realized that he was serious.
But,
Seven years old.
A full seven-year gap. She watched him grow up, watched him grow from bean sprouts to over 1.8 Meters tall, watched him work hard and become a successful person in the eyes of others.
How could she?
——
Later, when everything was settled, she sighed: "I really deserve to die, really... How could I do this?"
Someone behind him sighed softly.
A familiar atmosphere enveloped her. Someone pulled her into his arms, lowered his head and pressed it against the top of her hair. A muffled voice came out from his chest:
"Thank you Xiaoye."
"I've been waiting for seven years."
One-sentence summary: If you had spoken earlier, you wouldn't have delayed taking action for seven years.
Nervous and emotionally slow heroine
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[Demining: Involving e-sports content.
The heroine is really charming, which refers to the kind that is liked by both men and women, old and young.
There are metaphysical factors.
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Intention: Love makes people vulnerable, but it also makes people strong.
