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Hearing the footsteps getting closer, Zhou Zhi's nervous heart secretly felt a little excited, and a strange smile unconsciously appeared on the corners of his mouth.

Yeah, it's getting closer.

The air current behind her lifted the corner of her clothes.

The person is behind me.

"As you know——"

Familiar voice.

The sharp knife just froze in mid-air. Looking at Wen Ling in front of her and the knife that was almost stabbing his shoulder, Zhou Zhi once again raised the awkward smile that she had shown countless times today.

Wen Ling was panting slightly, with beads of sweat running down his forehead. He stared blankly at her and the knife in her hand. His eyelashes were long and black, but his pupils were very clear. His eyes, which should have been full of spirit, now looked dull. The two of them were in a stalemate for a while, and Zhou Zhi heard Wen Ling's voice asking, "Do you have a big problem with me?"

Zhou Zhi's mouth trembled a little, and he couldn't maintain his fake smile anymore: "I said, this is also an accident... You will believe me, right?"

"Well," he paused, his eyes flickering back and forth between Zhou Zhi and the knife, "if you can take the knife back now."

Zhou Zhi nodded slowly: "Okay, okay - I'll take it back, I'll take it back -"

Zhou Zhi put the knife away neatly and put it into his trouser pocket: "Okay! Don't be afraid!"

Wen Ling nodded: "I'm not afraid."

Zhou Zhi glanced at him, not quite believing the truth of his words, and she quickly looked away: "I'm sorry."

Did her actions today really hurt his self-esteem?

After all, children from poor families are always more sensitive and fragile. Zhou Zhi felt that throughout the day, from the moment she accidentally touched his little buttocks, to every moment she met him afterwards, she was offending his self-esteem.

Zhou Zhi wanted to find a wall to scratch, no, to confess: Oh, what a sin.

"It doesn't matter. I'm not someone who deserves to be trusted."

He said the last sentence very slowly, and it was unknown how much courage he mustered to be able to laugh at himself with her in such a deadpan manner.

He is just a poor little guy pretending to be strong!

"No—you're fine!"

Never mind, let’s confirm it first!

Wen Ling quickly took over the conversation: "Where is good?"

These words were spoken too quickly, even a little hastily.

Zhou Zhiping calmly met his undercurrent of gaze, which was filled with vague expectation and uneasiness. He cautiously revealed a little bit of his true colors, hoping to be reassured that he would not be hurt. So, with uneasy suspicion, he presented this cautious test to her.

"Everything is good - you see, I treated you so badly today and you still endured it. It shows that you are really tolerant towards others, right?"

Zhou Zhi felt that he was reluctant to listen to it. His heart was beating with fear and he was ready for him not to believe him. Suddenly, his laughter rang in his ears, as light as a feather, and seemed a little pale in the bleak and deserted alley.

"But you haven't been bad to me," Wen Ling stood there, almost blending into the night, "You've been very good to me."

Huh? Is this good?

What kind of hard life did this child have in the past?

You won't always be bullied, will you? You are used to being bullied, right?

Thinking of Xie Feng's condemnation this morning, Zhou Zhi suddenly felt that it was not impossible.

Zhou Zhi has thought it over. As his classmate and colleague, she will definitely take better care of him in the future!

"It doesn't matter! Someone will treat you better in the future!"

Wen Ling's eyes drifted away: "Will there be? I can't see it."

Zhou Zhi patted his shoulder, then patted himself: "Head down."

"look at me."

Wen Ling lowered his head, the corners of his mouth twitched, and his eyelashes trembled.

"Don't you believe me?"

"I don't believe your mother, I believe you," he replied.

"Hey, it's so cold." It had been a long time since anyone told her a joke like this. Zhou Zhi rubbed her arms.

Wen Ling glanced at her phone. The temperature on it was not low at all. She didn't know why she felt cold, so she said bluntly, "The temperature feels like 29 degrees Celsius now."

His extremely sincere eyes met Zhou Zhi's speechless expression. He swallowed back the "it's not that cold" he wanted to say and reorganized his words.

“It’s actually quite cool.”

Zhou Zhi turned his head away, trying not to let Wen Ling see his increasingly speechless expression.

Help, it's really cold.