" You…Forget it. I'm going to sleep." Nangong Zhe felt a little down. He had just dreamed of his mother again.
In the dream, his mother kept running, and he kept chasing after her. When he finally caught up, he was just like when he was young. His head only reached his mother's lower abdomen, and he opened his arms, wanting his mother to carry him…
Nangong Zhe walked towards the door, but Seventeen found that the gauze tied to Nangong Zhe's hand was dyed red. It must have been because he kicked too hard just now. Seventeen said guiltily,""Your wound is open, let me help you."
In the bedroom, Seventeen seemed to be very skilled in bandaging her wounds, but the results were a little unbearable... In the past, An Jing had always bandaged her wounds. If An Jing was injured, An Jing would bandage it herself...
Seventeen had never helped An Jing.
In this situation, No. 17 laughed at himself. She actually said that she liked An Jing, very, very much, but she had never helped An Jing with even the smallest thing. Instead, she always made An Jing worry.
Tears unknowingly fell from the corner of her eyes…Looking at the bandages that she had tied up in a mess, Seventeen smiled and said to Nangong Zhe with a choked voice,""I'm sorry, I'll start again."
Then, she cut it open with scissors, and the gauze fell all over the ground. Seventeen took out a new roll of gauze and thought about how An Jing had bandaged her up…
However, his hands did not respond to her call and were trembling slightly…
"Jing, why do you wrap it so comfortably? It was so comfortable that it felt as if she hadn't been bandaged. The child, Seventeen, often raised her head and asked An Jing, who was quietly bandaging her wounds.
An Jing would always pat her head first and then say,"Who asked Seventeen to always get injured?"
At that time, Seventeen would think that she shouldn't get hurt in the future. Otherwise, An Jing would always bandage her wounds and it would be very tiring.
As time passed, Seventeen was getting less and less injured…
Tears blurred his eyes. Seventeen couldn't see clearly, but his hands didn't stop. He wanted to bandage Nangong Zhe...
"Do you know? "I, I have never bandaged his wounds before. Now…now that he has a girlfriend, I…I don't have another chance…Haha," Seventeen said as he started to choke.
For some reason, Seventeen chose Nangong Zhe as her audience.
As for Nangong Zhe, he had been watching Seventeen quietly since the beginning. He wanted to see how long she could endure.
He held Seventeen's head with one hand and made her cry in front of his chest…
" Wuwu…" No. 17 grabbed the sides of Nangong Zhe's pajamas. It was the same as last time, but it was different. Last time, even though he cried, he was still on guard. This time, he cried without any guard.
She had cried twice in front of Nangong Zhe.
No matter what kind of training he received, love was always a shackle that could not be broken. Moreover, the person she had a crush on for almost ten years actually had a girlfriend…Ten years, she had been by his side for almost ten years…
"Call him and ask him clearly, okay?" Nangong Zhe lowered his head and said softly,
Nangong Zhe felt Seventeen in his arms and was stunned for a moment. Then, he asked in a muffled voice,""Can…can I?"
" Yes." Nangong Zhe nodded. Nangong Zhe gently stroked Seventeen's hair.
" Thank you." After saying that, No. 17 raised his head and gave Nangong Zhe a smile. Then, he let go of Nangong Zhe's arms and rushed out of the room.
Nangong Zhe's hand froze in the air, and the trace of warmth disappeared without a trace…
Looking at his right hand that was still bleeding, Nangong Zhe smiled helplessly. Then, he used his unskilled left hand to slowly bandage himself…
(This part might feel a little strange, but when the truth comes out in the future…because…why?) This part is a turning point. From now on, Minami-san will change a little.)
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