Snow Stained Eyes

"I'm not a useless person and I don't need your sympathy and care." The man's brows furrowed slightly and his voice became colder. "I didn't say you were a loser, and I never thought you were a loser. I was just -" Worried about you, Yan Xue thought for a while and swallowed these three words, "Anyway, why do you underestimate yourself? You are not a loser, but you refuse to take a step forward. You want to give up on yourself, but I will not give up on you." Yan Xue lowered her head and took a deep breath, "Eat quickly, the porridge is cold." Yan Xue scooped up a spoonful of porridge and put it to his lips. The man still didn't speak, and the two were in a stalemate for a few seconds. "You don't have to worry about my business." The man suddenly reached out and waved away Yan Xue's hand, but unexpectedly knocked over the porridge bowl. The steaming porridge spilled on Yan Xue's wrist. Yan Xue "hissed" and the bowl fell. The sound of breaking a bowl was remembered for the second time in the ward. After a long silence, a hoarse female voice came out, "Qiao Junhao, how long are you going to ruin yourself?" After saying that, he squatted down to clean up the debris on the ground, then turned and left. Main content to attract more readers