The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

Xiao Jingchuan carried the delivered dinner and saw this scene when he entered the house.

His face changed slightly, he immediately put down his bag, walked over quickly, squatted in front of the girl, and spoke in a soft and nervous voice.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with your eyes?"

Tang Jiao cried for a while and his eyes moved under his thin eyelids.

She swallowed silently, her heart beating slowly twice in her chest.

After a long while, he held two wads of tissues in his hands and stretched them in the direction of Xiao Jingchuan's voice, with a pitiful nasal sound in his voice.

"My eyes hurt, it's smoked."

Xiao Jingchuan paused, took out the medicine-stained tissue from her hand, turned around and took out two clean ones, dipped them in water, and put them over her eyes.

"Don't open your eyes yet, move your eyeballs."

Tang Jiao rolled his eyes in response.

"Does this hurt?"

It seems like it doesn't hurt anymore.

Tang Jiao hesitated for a while, closed his eyes, nodded his head, and said "hmm" in a low voice.

"pain."

The voice was thin and pitiful.

Xiao Jingchuan took a deep breath and stroked the girl's moist cheek with his fingertips. The love and care in his dark eyes was no longer deliberately hidden.

"Wait a minute, sit still and don't open your eyes."

The refreshing and faint scent of cedar leaves quickly and comes back.

With a moist and cool towel covering her face, Xiao Jingchuan held the back of Tang Jiao's head with one hand while wiping her eyes.

"Blink slowly."

"Does it still hurt?"

Tang Jiao thought for a moment that it would be too fake to pretend anymore.

This time I told the truth, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Xiao Jingchuan took away the towel and wiped her face.

Tang Jiao raised his eyelids and looked at him secretly, his face seemed not so cold anymore.

She hesitated in her heart and wanted to talk to Xiao Jingchuan.

In the past few days, Xiao Jingchuan had never spoken more than 20 words to her every day, which made her very uncomfortable.

"Look at what."

Xiao Jingchuan's eyelids didn't even move. His long and dense eyelashes drooped slightly, casting a shadow on the tall bridge of his nose. He still had a somewhat cold tone, as if the tenderness and worry just now were her illusion.

Tang Jiao's nose started to feel sore again, and his voice became mute as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Why are you back..."

She lowered her head and picked at her fingers helplessly, fearing that Xiao Jingchuan would speak to her in a cold voice again.

Xiao Jingchuan's eyes fell on the girl's delicate white and fragile neck, and he sighed in his heart. It turned out that he thought he left without saying hello, and was quietly wiping away tears.

He raised his hand to wipe away the silent tears that Tang Jiao had just shed, and his voice was low but softer.

"Why are you crying? You haven't eaten?"

Only then did Tang Jiao see the large delivery bag placed on the cabinet by Xiao Jingchuan.

Eyes suddenly lit up.

"Did you go get takeout?"

Xiao Jingchuan pinched her cheek helplessly and said, "Eat."

Tang Jiao looked at Xiao Jingchuan's tall back and innocently touched his cheek which was lightly pinched.

I haven’t pinched her for several days...

Tang Jiao was overjoyed, stood up, and followed him to the dining table with his slippers on.

Xiao Jingchuan opened the lunch boxes one by one, and Tang Jiao quietly watched Xiao Jingchuan's movements.

Recently, at certain times, she would look at Xiao Jingchuan in a daze without realizing it.

Since the conversation with Liu Wen on the rooftop, Tang Jiao was inevitably forced to face a question in advance that she had been avoiding.

This year, her physical and mental state have been better than ever, so good that she has already begun to look forward to the life of the two of them entering college together, or even a longer future.

I almost forgot that I was the one with half a foot on the edge of the cliff.

How long will such a happy life last?

If it stops suddenly, what will happen to Xiao Jingchuan...

Tang Jiao thought of Liu Wen looking emaciated, depressed and even crazy. If Xiao Jingchuan...

There was a dull pain in her heart.

No, Xiao Jingchuan is different.

"What a daze."

Tang Jiao came back to her senses. She lowered her eyes and looked at the spoonful of rice that was handed to her mouth. It was topped with her favorite steamed sea bass. The fillets were deboned and the meat was white, tender and shiny, and smelled very fresh.

Open your mouth and bite into it. It's tender, smooth and delicious.

Tang Jiao puffed out his cheeks and chewed again and again. With each bite, his heart sank deeper, and all hesitations and hesitations were chewed away.

I can't control that much anymore, Tang Jiao thought willfully.

She secretly swayed her feet under the table, spreading out her wrists that were numb with heat from the hot compress tape, and was fed by Xiao Jingchuan one after another.

I also drank half a bowl of corn rib soup.

After eating, Tang Jiao looked at Xiao Jingchuan eagerly, wondering if he was going back to the dormitory or staying to study and read with her.

Xiao Jingchuan tilted his chin toward the sofa, and Tang Jiao trotted over smartly, sitting upright with his hands on his knees.

Xiao Jingchuan dragged a stool over and sat across from her at a little distance.

Ah, I finally have to teach her a lesson.

Tang Jiao was very aware. He straightened his body and waited for Xiao Jingchuan to speak.

Xiao Jingchuan, who had been holding in his breath for several days, almost turned off the engine midway because of her prepared attitude, sitting upright and letting the scolding pass.

He was silent for a while, until Tang Jiao started to feel uneasy again before he spoke.

"Do you want me to die?"

His voice was calm, but Tang Jiao's whole body suddenly felt creepy. Her eyes widened in disbelief.

Xiao Jingchuan let out a breath and asked cruelly:

"At that time, you refused to give me your hand and let me watch you fall. Did you want me to die? Tang Jiao."

The pain and dark despair in the young man's eyes spread, making Tang Jiao feel confused and painful.

Tang Jiao panicked. She shook her head anxiously, "No! No! I'm sorry..."

"What are you thinking about? Tang Jiao, tell me, what are you thinking about?"

Xiao Jingchuan's voice was even hollow, as if he had been abandoned by the whole world.

It was so sad that Tang Jiao could no longer think of any way to act coquettishly and make fun of him. He wanted to reach out and grab Xiao Jingchuan's hand, but he stopped him.

She could only rub her little hands anxiously. Before she could say anything, Qing Lianlian's tears had already flowed down her face.

"Sorry……"

"I'm afraid, I'm sorry, I'm afraid that you will be dragged down by me, it's not allowed, it's not allowed."

Tang Jiao cried so much that she pinched her fingers tightly. The pain of Xiao Jingchuan's blood staining her arms instantly returned to her body.

In the darkness, her body was swaying high in the air, and her vision was all red, a red that made people dizzy and tremble.

"Xiao Jingchuan, you're bleeding, you're bleeding a lot, nothing can happen to you, I'm afraid..."

The sticky and slippery feeling was like maggots eating away at the bones. Tang Zhi rubbed her hands desperately. She rubbed the hot compress tape off her wrists, and even scratched out a few red marks.

"What should I do if you are dragged down by me? What should I do..."

Xiao Jingchuan endured it again and again, and finally reached out his hand to stop Tang Jiao's self-abuse movements.

He bent his knees and half-crouched in front of Tang Jiao, his big hands trembling slightly.

"Then what should I do if I see you fall?"

Tang Jiao was stunned.

"I...I never thought..."