Lu Hao looked at Jiang Xi in confusion as he put his hand on the back of his hand. He lowered his eyes and the tips of his ears gradually turned red.
Gradually, he realized something was wrong.
The backs of their palms had been slick with sweat where they had touched. Jiang Xi gripped him tightly, squeezing the back of his hand until it hurt. Almost visible to the naked eye, red rashes appeared on Jiang Xi's once smooth, fair hands, and they were spreading upwards.
"you--"
Lu Hao opened his eyes wide in shock. With his limited knowledge, he couldn't guess what was going on.
"Lu Hao..." Jiang Xi smiled, "I have a disease here that can't be cured."
She pointed to her heart, her eyes narrowed into crescents, and said nonchalantly.
The eleven years of humiliation in the previous life, until that old man ran to the bed, became the last straw that broke the camel's back for Jiang Xi.
She developed a physical aversion to men.
Except for Jiang's father or young children with weak gender awareness, any teenager or man who gets close to Jiang Xi will cause her to have an allergic reaction, and in severe cases may even go into shock.
Lu Hao obviously didn't understand.
Jiang Xi raised her left hand, and he subconsciously held it tightly. Seeing the pain on her face, he quickly let it go in fear. "Yes, I'm sorry."
"Thank you."
Thank you for everything you do for me
Jiang Xi withdrew his left hand and looked at Lu Hao apologetically, "Let's break up."
The boy in her dream is still pure and clean, so good, and so far away.
Some people in this world have too much love, but she, Jiang Xi, is obviously incapable of love.
Lu Hao walked back in a daze, while Jiang Xi leaned quietly against the flowerbed behind him, reaching into his pocket with his trembling left hand - but was disappointed to find that there was not a cigarette in it.
Oh, and she hasn't developed a smoking habit yet.
"laugh--"
In the dim light, a deep voice rang out from the flower garden, "Little girl, your skill in shaking people off is much better than mine."
The voice was low, like the most melodious cello in the world, penetrating the twilight reality and shattering Jiang Xi's composure.
"who?!"
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