What makes you think I will always like you?

Liang Zhirou, who had just taken a shower, looked like a hibiscus out of water, with her hair tied up, wearing a loose white T-shirt and house shorts. She had beautiful cheeks, a wide neckline revealing a snow-white swan neck, and a pair of tight, white legs that were extremely eye-catching. The rise and fall of the chest also makes people unable to take their eyes away.

It's just that the arms are strangely wrapped in several circles of plastic wrap.

His clear and watery eyes looked dullly at the blank chat page between the two of them, writing and deleting the words in the input box, then deleting and writing again.

As time passed, the girl's unconsciously raised corners of her mouth retracted and her breathing became more rapid.

Finally, I raised my eyelids and looked at the time. 10 minutes had passed!

I didn't even think of what to say for 10 minutes...

What am I doing...

Liang Zhirou rubbed her face in embarrassment and annoyance, put her cell phone aside, rolled twice on the bed speechlessly, and finally lay down on her stomach, covering her face with the quilt, and slapped her two delicate legs twice.

Can't he see it?

No one will watch me post messages here for 10 minutes...

Liang Zhirou hoped that Chen Lu would never click into the chat page accidentally or send messages to herself, but she was also sad because the chat page between the two was blank.

He is so good-looking and has such a good personality, there should be no shortage of people to chat with.

After all, Chen Lu's gentleness is like spring rain and dew, nourishing others.

Don’t make any noise, don’t cross the line, just give silently.

The most important thing is that he doesn't put any pressure on her. When he pulls her sleeves in the crowd, it really makes her feel safe, as if she just needs to follow him and doesn't need to worry about anything else.

Thinking of this, she thought of the princess-like girl she saw in the cafeteria during the day. She was really beautiful, and the clothes she wore looked expensive, but they fit her so well and looked so good.

It was so good that she didn't dare to look up and take another look.

The girl's eyes were full of pride. She must have an excellent family background and grew up in a honey pot.

We are not from the same world at all. No wonder Chen Lu likes her...

Liang Zhirou sniffed and quickly calmed down. She charged her mobile phone and prepared foot wash for her mother.

Since her father's death, she has long developed the ability to bury all her worries.

After repeatedly making sure that she didn't look abnormal in the bathroom mirror, she quickly brought the foot-washing water to her mother, Xiao Xunfang.

Ever since Xiao Xunfang was hit by a drunk driver a few years ago, he has almost lost feeling in his legs.

The doctor said that it can only be improved through surgery, and the best-case scenario is that the legs can regain some feeling and can walk on crutches.

But that's not a problem.

The biggest problem is that there is simply not that much money...

The poor are not worthy of relatives, and no one is willing to lend them the cost of the surgery.

So she could only work hard to maintain her family's life while bathing her mother's feet and massaging her legs every day, begging for more time for her to work and make money.

Wait until you can prove your ability to repay before trying to get a loan.

After Liang Zhirou buried all her thoughts, she forced a smile to her mother who had a weathered face.

Then he lowered his head and washed his mother's feet.

Xiao Xunfang looked at her serious daughter, her eyes suddenly misted, and her heart felt sad.

This silly girl who had just entered college should have enjoyed her youth, but instead she was forced to shoulder all the pressure from her family since she was a child.

The more mature and sensible her daughter becomes, the more distressed and self-blame she feels.

Liang Zhirou was really funny and lively when she was a child. Like other children, she liked to dress up and wear beautiful little skirts.

He would also laugh and ask her some very childish and strange questions.

But after her father died of illness, Liang Zhirou seemed to be a different person.

Seemingly overnight, her daughter grew up.

He no longer laughs as much as before, but he hardly cries in front of her.

When she saw the little Liang Zhirou leaning against the wall and watching the children of the same age playing and playing, she was in a daze for a long time. When she finally returned to the kitchen and started cooking, her heart really hurt like a knife, and she was so painful that she couldn't breathe.

More than once, she thought about getting over it and no longer letting her daughter worry about her as a burden, but she couldn't imagine Liang Zhirou being alone.

Can Zhirou hold on on her own?

Xiao Xunfang could only make up his mind every day, hesitate again, and then let go of his thoughts, and so on.

After regaining consciousness, Xiao Xunfang once again talked about the topic she had mentioned several times.

"Xiaorou, don't think about how to treat mom. Mom is used to being paralyzed."

"No."

Liang Zhirou retorted with rare firmness, without stopping the movements of her hands.

"Then why don't you send mom back to your hometown? It's too expensive here, and my reexamination is also expensive. Then you'll be much less stressed here alone."

"No."

"I can really take care of myself. When you grow up, you should have your own life. Mom staying here will affect your marriage..."

Xiao Xunfang said reluctantly, her eyes turning red unconsciously.

"...no."

The girl's voice began to sound like crying, and the movements of her hands stopped.

pat.

Tears fell into the basin drop by drop, letting the originally warm foot-washing water freeze Xiao Xunfang's heart.

She quickly touched her daughter's head and said, "Mom, don't say it anymore. Mom won't say it anymore. Let's live our lives well."

Liang Zhirou wiped her tears with the back of her hand and immediately continued the massage.

Xiao Xunfang once again noticed the small patch of red on her daughter's arm.

Thinking of the plaster and gauze her daughter brought back that night, she had several guesses and expectations in her mind.

After all, my daughter had a high fever and was reluctant to go to the doctor and buy medicine...

"Nier, did you really get burned accidentally? No one bullied you, right?"

She knew that although Liang Zhirou was a bit naive, she was never clumsy in doing things after working for more than ten years.

"No."

Liang Zhirou lowered her head further and whispered. She had almost never lied before and did not dare to look at her mother and say it.

"Did you buy those medicines?" Xiao Xunfang asked curiously.

The girl shook her head, "Peng, a friend bought it."

Xiao Xunfang understood a little and remembered the lively and cute girl with tiger fangs who had come to his home.

Her daughter seems to have only mentioned this one friend to her over the years. Maybe she only has this one friend...

"Is it Miaomiao? She is such a good child."

"No, it's Chen Lu."

Chen Lu?

Why does it sound like a boy's name?

Xiao Xunfang was stunned for a moment, and asked cautiously with surprise and joy: "The name sounds like a boy? Do you have a good relationship with me?"

How she hoped that her daughter could have her own feelings and her own life.

"It's a boy. He's just like Miaomiao. He's very good." Liang Zhirou's voice was very soft.

After a moment she added: "Just friends we just met..."

Although Liang Zhirou didn't say anything, Xiao Xunfang probably guessed something from her sudden pause just now.

She said no more, but stretched out her hand apologetically and gently tied her daughter's drooping hair back to her ears.

......

late at night.

Liang Zhirou, whose eyes were still a little red, finally sorted everything out and lay down on the bed helplessly.

Curiously, he clicked on the message prompt on his cell phone and raised the corner of his mouth instantly.

Qiao smiles sweetly and charmingly.

In the dark room, the girl's eyes reflected the dim light of the mobile phone screen.

After taking the screenshot, she stared at the message for a long time.

Chen Lu: "Go to rest early and remember to apply medicine on the burned area."